Before the beginning of the end
Before the beginning of the end
Bang bang bye bye
Bang bang bye bye

She wanted love but all I had to give was death
I'm good in her arms but I have to go back to work
At midnight all I do is pound eh, so I roll one last joint
Soon I'll take you far from here before the beginning of the end
I liked them but they're weird, they play the flute, we play the guitar
I liked them but they're weird, they play the flute, we play the guitar
Elastic bundle, another 50 brick
We make money drastically and yet mom worries
I'm with Laness L.A.S, second phone in the box
Second phone in the box
Not very accessible, even if the lady is sexy
Because I know it's success that makes them want to eat my sex
In each song I remind you that there was no one, we drove a Saxo
In each song I remind you that there was no one, we drove a Saxo
You, don't play Don Corleone or it will go ram-pam-pam-pam
I have good, good, good, good from the Dom Tom, Dom Tom
You wanted to get married, have children but she's crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Well yeah she's crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Money Heist season three I'm the professor
You see them over there they're not too sah (we stand apart) buddy that's for sure

The putas, the showbiz, the champagne, the madness
Here below, it goes too fast, before death we enjoy
I have the .44 in the cartridges, bang bang bye bye
Bang bang bye bye
The putas, the showbiz, the champagne, the madness
Here below, it goes too fast, before death we enjoy
I have the .44 in the cartridges, bang bang bye bye
Bang bang bye bye

Quality is better than quantity, the weight of a baby in the Adidas bag
Acquitted of the facts that are blamed on me, you're my brother the sharing is fair
Hell is paved with good intentions, sell the coke for the family
Sell the coke for the family, easy to get a Famas
Same place in the barrio, 6-6 in the cylinder
R6 I bomb in Rio, cold war for the paper
We start together, we end together even in blood
Even in blood always in the same direction, we send each other all weekend
The gun at the waist, I'm like a militant
Paki joint, a leaf, a lighter
You want me to wait for you but I don't have time anymore
Yeah, yeah

The putas, the showbiz, the champagne, the madness
Here below, it goes too fast, before death we enjoy
I have the .44 in the cartridges, bang bang bye bye
Bang bang bye bye
The putas, the showbiz, the champagne, the madness
Here below, it goes too fast, before death we enjoy
I have the .44 in the cartridges, bang bang bye bye
Bang bang bye bye

CONSULTER LES PAROLES ORIGINALES