EBTZ
Barlou, barlou, yeah

I cut the rhyme with a scalpel and they all know me
I have the face and arms of Popeye
If alcohol is water, money is paper, look at Money Heist
Gueko, full cylinder
It's not Philipp, no, it's the full cylinder, ba-ba-baw
A guy is a dead man, another guy who didn't pay
Dressing expensive doesn't mean dressing well
She comes from far, I'll pay her train ticket
Before you check me, go wash your hands
It's not the blacks who all look alike, no, it's the dwarfs
You're a show-off, a duck like Saturnin
A gun on the belt of a Manurhin brand
I reach maturity like Alix Mathurin
You snitched on me, you're not a man, you're a male whore

Everyone got busted, no one comes to hang out, little one stay at home
Even in the middle of summer, at our place, the weather is not good, only bad luck responds
The street is a job where metals are always right
I'm at the head of the network, at your feet, my baby, no war at home
And yes, I'm going to come back, promised, I'll be back soon
And yes, I'm going to get into some euros

And I don't like coins, they always fall between the car seats
I like to end up in hotel suites
Between the thighs of hostesses who have big buttocks
I'm in Phuket away from taxes, I write like Edgar Allan Poe
Even if I'm a barbarian at the nan-Co
A viking like Ragnar, I'm not a victim, Allahu akbar
I'm on the edge of the pool with a missile
At the level of Queen B, everyone looks at her, yeah
I prefer a virgin than one who swallows, a double life costs more than a run
Cavalli, Zilli, Valentino, you can be a big whore and weigh only fifty kilos

Everyone got busted, no one comes to hang out, little one stay at home
Even in the middle of summer, at our place, the weather is not good, only bad luck responds
The street is a job where metals are always right
I'm at the head of the network, at your feet, my baby, no war at home
And yes, I'm going to come back, promised, I'll be back soon
And yes, I'm going to get into some euros (into some euros)

Oh, is it in some euros?
No, no, left behind me
I don't see them knitting, I hear them talking while they call me brother
But I don't hide the machine gun
I don't scratch for friendship but for matches
And smoked by California
I'm waiting for death standing, not sitting, oh, oh, oh
Nothing attracts me anymore, my beauty, maybe it's time to set sail
And there's no clarinet because I hate the wind
And I'm sorry, I don't know what happens next
Am I sorry? No, no, no

Everyone got busted, no one comes to hang out, little one stay at home
Even in the middle of summer, at our place, the weather is not good, only bad luck responds
The street is a job where metals are always right
I'm at the head of the network, at your feet, my baby, no war at home

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