Yeah, yeah, yeah

Seth Gueks
Kofs, Luciano
Han

I drive as if the city was mine in the Merco Benz
I love life too much to shoot myself like Kurt Cobain
Pure cocaine for their naughty girl
No, I don't feel anyone anymore, increase the chloroquine
Loyal but not a valet
It's going to be okay, it's not my fault if she likes to swallow
I set fire to the valley, it's going to be okay
And if I take her out it's not to run away
1.3 LRL 9 signs co-Gueko
I hear echoes phone calls it's reconnecting (brr)
I kick as if it was the last mojito
Here it goes down like in Mexico
Well dressed, heart caught, I'm only good at rapping
I stir the knife in the wound
If I want peace, I pay for it
Not happy, fart happy, go ahead, fuck him afterwards
Not your time, no time, go ahead, fuck her afterwards
Beautiful life in visual, big monthly salary
Either you grill, or we fuck you, no more sensual
Yeah, I only have a blank bullet, you want me to walk around
I come from below, the big one, I could have been Koba La D, eh

I weigh the weight of my department
She's so good that I still have hairs between my teeth
You want money, you have to get on a plan
Even a blind squirrel can stumble upon an acorn
Fuck the commanders and their penalizing laws
Here barely ten years old we are taught to dismantle the wheels (ah, my cousin)
And to the barlous like in the camps to mount Bérou
I rap with Luch' the prodigy of the south
I prefer the taste of pepper to the hypocrisy of sugar
I won't lower my barrel for a Submariner
So I ask you to appreciate my avenger rhymes
I hasten to spread with the right tone
The truth of Alexandre Lebreton and the free thinker
Of the oppressed, I am a worthy defender
Their blunders were the trigger
It's a mess like in a girl's bag
And tell the traitor that a 9 bullet can quickly occupy his flesh
I leave the competition sweating
Brother, the freemasons are not sincere Portuguese

The team, I took the flow of my buddy Seth Gueko
I arrive with blacks, whites and seven beaks
I have no networks, my mouth, but hey I have seven bigos
On the bed of a man you will surely find 7 myths
In rap I have a lot of kids, my God, I have seven toddlers
The price of my Mercedes bro is seven Clio
To make me a t-shirt, big, I need seven knits
Fairground potato, you will lose seven teeth
One-two, check microphone
You want a hit, big, I serve you
You play the thug, big, I put you to bed
3.5.7, I bleed you, you die without me touching you
I fuck everything everywhere on stage, Gilles Lelouche festival
Bastos these sons of Z, I am the son of Luch'

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