(Ah)
(Pow)

Be careful who you eat with at the table
Know that people change faces (ah)
I sold coke not for a night out
But to bring bread home
I'm talking about kilos, I've seen tons
I've seen people, they were crippled (grr, belek)
I was on the street not to play the fool (a-a-a-ah)
I was on the street to fill my pocket (eh, yes)
"Gang gang", he plays the gangster
But then no, you're not worth a damn (eh no, eh no)
Yes, yes, if I catch you then I'll abuse you in a corner (pow)
Call center, if you call me, I'll supply you in a moment (immediately)
From Kalenji to Givenchy, buddy, it took me a year (One)
You want war? Bring out the Kalashnikovs (grr)
The real ones, not the plastic ones (grr-po-pow)
Automatic with a large caliber (pow, pow, pow)
Tell your friend who talks to Belek (Belek)
That he ends up in a trunk (po-pow)
(Or in a hole lost in the countryside) (po-pow)
Stupid

I'm on a G Class, bitch, move that round ass
I used to do braquage dégagé, you're not talking to a moron
I did two taf-taf, bastard, I'm not talking about coke (coke)
I sold at retail, retail, you're not talking to a thug-
I'm on a G Class, bitch, move that round ass
I used to do braquage dégagé, you're not talking to a moron
I did two taf-taf, bastard, I'm not talking about coke (coke)
I sold at retail, retail, you're not talking to a thug-

I spend more money on bags than a whore
Drunk I stagger, don't test me
I walk with the .9, not with the escort
I have the wrong moon, I argue with the toxic
Oh-oh toxic, let me go
She's twenty, she looks like a fucking fossil
I have twenty grams booked for the next
I cut the peuf but I'm not talking about scissors
You don't need the chest, but you need the balls (ah)
I have them so big that they are almost cumbersome
I sit my ass on six hundred horses
I fuck a chick who brother, is a mare
I ride her like a horse
I pawn her like an SH (ah)
Don't play the mafia that on the street is my habitat (Belek, belek, belek)
I think of buying mom a Cadillac (Belek, belek, belek)
Just to do the shopping on Saturday (Belek, belek, belek)
On Sunday I think of a Cabrio (Belek, belek, belek)
Tonight I think, "Maybe I'll shoot myself" (Belek, belek, belek)
That night only God knows how you saved yourself (Belek, belek, belek)

I'm on a G Class, bitch, move that round ass
I used to do braquage dégagé, you're not talking to a moron
I did two taf-taf, bastard, I'm not talking about coke (coke)
I sold at retail, retail, you're not talking to a thug-

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