(Yaya on the track)
(This is Freaky)

I give them the whole package (yeah)
These bitches don't sell albums, I put everything under my umbrella
Smoking them, I find it banal (yeah)
Bad at relationships
Son of a bitch, I'll save the nation
Click, bang, I put you on the doormat
I sold summer, winter, Tupac get out of your body
Fuck the problems, bitch
I forget you, your thong, it annoys me
Large quantities of Cali, I tolerate
Glock .17, bitch when I go out
I know, you can't understand my anger, I kill them with the 47-AK
Yes, I'm obsessed with this bag of money
Son of a bitch, we're on the map, oh
Two horns, a halo, don't talk to me like that
Six in the morning, there's a knock at the door
Just an hour before, I was breaking the condom
Nigga, always in operation
The kilos, it's banal
92i VVS Paris

We hang out very early, liar, metals
Dog's life, there's no vet
I invested everything, now I have nothing left
I paid the government in weed
A cold metal, on baba they're hot
I let them talk, they're bitches, they won't do much
92i, the hit brings
Hey client, I know what brings you
You owe us so much, you take your time
"Bang bang" in the abdomen
92i, the hit brings
Hey client, I know what brings you
You owe us so much, you take your time
"Bang bang"

Us in front, them behind
That's how I arranged everything
Sometimes, I go too far, I know
It's better than not moving forward
You're trying to be in everyone's hearts
You're not even in yours
Your misfortune makes my happiness, 700 HP, check engine

The sky is black and demands its share
The pains remain, the friends, they leave
The tension when the demons knock on his door
A son has gone to war and a mother, she cries
Death, wealth, no longer affect me
A universal end, we'll all be deceased
33 years old, the age of glory, will I be strong enough?
In the street, few good men, watch out, they're all fans
Even in paradise, I'll find faults
That's why I'm aware that I'm the dish of the fire
A hood, a team, everything is planned
Blood all over the living room and it's not fake
If you have cheap pure, it's not re-pu
This is France, it's not Medellin
Today, four plaques, it's a gross salary
You know, vacations, they're not my thing

You know, vacations, they're not my thing (yeah, yeah)
Big guy, pay me now, I have zero delay (yeah, yeah)
No more deficiencies, I make five hundred an hour
Certificate after certificate, I'm the gold standard
We make money in blocks, we know how to launder it
There are clients outside, bread on the board
92i, the hit, the gang, it rips
If you're looking for competition, go look in the toilet
The money belongs to those who want it
They died broke, these fools, tell me whose fault is it?
It's not mine, no, no, no, no
(No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)

Us in front, them behind
That's how I arranged everything
Sometimes, I go too far, I know
It's better than not moving forward
You're trying to be in everyone's hearts
You're not even in yours
Your misfortune makes my happiness, 700 HP, check engine

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