(Death or tchichi?)
(Oh yes, oh yeah, oh yeah)

They want to know what's behind the scenes
They want to know what's in my suitcase
Fame is just a bonus
I'd like to take the money and never be known (wAllah)
You covet my plate, are you crazy cousin? (Are you crazy)
I'm going to cut your hand off like a Yakuza
I always have my knife like Zabouza
And a beautiful creature from Andalusia
Bring in the bass so I can beat them up
It's not Zumba, you idiot
I'm in Marseille city with Moha'
He tells me the album is going to explode like a kamikaze
Give us that fucking money
Fucking shit, where are we?
The day I'll stop all this?
My gold records, I'm going to burn them
Anyway, we're not going to celebrate Ro'Ro'
You, shut up, we're going to knock your teeth out
You're just bad, you're not boycotted
Between a disaster, defeat and to our health

Betrayed like Salvastano
So I'm a little more paranoid
The kids from my neighborhood call me "Hammo"
And you, you call me "Mi amor"
N-n-never on the keh
And like John Wick, I'm going to do it alone
These sons of, wAllah, I'm going to stuff them
They act like pros but they're just jokers

This life, it makes eur-p this life
Before she does voodoo on me, I emptied the account
We are the villains, mahlich but we are the thieves
Droppin', droppin', droppin', I'm going to take two million this time
Drink them from the bottle, making cash is my job
I'm droppin', droppin', droppin', until I buy five or six villas
But we're shooting in Abu Dhabi's clips
Long live mama, baba, ya Rabbi
I didn't turn my jacket, ah, my friend
I'm in a Hawaiian shirt in Miami
This, that, Soolking, worry, that's all they like
This, that, Soolking, make money, that's all we like

(It's the end of the album, wow)
(Already? Okay)
(Boom boom, boom)
(Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom, boom)

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