Hey, hey, San, San, San, San
Hey, San, White Snake
San, San, San, hey

It comes out of Google Images to check that it's really the rapper
Yes, it's really me, out of a three-hour night
You don't dare to ask for a photo, you say it's for your sister
I'll say it's for you when I don't dare to be in your sister
By the way, it's not a selfie if you don't take it alone
You'll remember it all your life, I'll forget it in an hour
Big up to the Ubers who keep me for an hour
To whom I lie about the stars, to see if it creates a rumor
Yes, yes, yo, bunch of suckers, I'm their tutor
Platinum in seven days, it's going to take several of us
I shine, as usual, kick like gabber
Cooked like steam, max power
You're just a highlight if I'm in the cypher
I jump from the wardrobe, I land right in your mom
They are more excited since they know I'm going to get married
I'll make them wet until they have webbed feet
I'm worried sick, let it flow on paper
Push a self-tanned journalist, put oil on the fire
San and Black Snake, too much sauce, too much Kub Or
Not sure we're going to save you, you better buy a rope
Superman doesn't exist or he's maybe just dead
And the United States is governed by Lex Luthor
Oh, I'm not done being sad
I don't know if I'm depressed but I've finished Netflix
I always feel like I've done something wrong
I wash and, right after, I put on my dirty tracksuit
I always feel like all my friends are mad at me
As a kid, my imaginary friends made fun of me, huh
As soon as I get into a relationship, I just want to sleep with other girls
I think I've gotten big-headed, like your dad at the video club
Havana Club, the mistake is Cuban
I always have a backache, my body is crap
Sometimes, I just want to end it all
But, if I live long, I'll see Morandini's death
And that makes me want to live
2019, gold record in vinyl
You played the whore and you're dead, it's your only decisive pass

San, hey, hey, hey, hey
San, San, San, San, San, yeah

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