Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Po-po-po-po
Thabiti, Ju-Ju-JuL, ah
Po-po-po-po
Grr

Enough, enough like this, 1.3 is mafiosa
There are all kinds of stories when it betrays the Thing
I buzz them, I buzz them, I'm sorry
I'm determined like a Gomorrah
In the Lambo I smoke the ivory, for those who say I'm worth nothing
It manages the game like Marlo and we smoke more than Bob Marley
I'm chilling with my inferno, Here it lifts even in Harley
Don't, don't
Bring out the crazy big guy, don't, don't
Turned his friend, don't, don't
This one is for the vatos who don't let me go, who don't hide
Who don't spit, they will be shocked as I'm calm, as I'm cool
Sometimes I'm stupid, I forget who I am
To live peacefully it has to go far to Kentucky
Hold my tchouktchouka, I'm going to make them dance
And fuck the pompous, you're hot on the net
In front you're all calm, you go out you come back like a pouca'
There's vodka from Beluga
This sound is the hit in any case
She has gold-colored eyes
Ai se eu te pego

Oh oh, oh-oh
I smoke the moula, my head is elsewhere
Oh oh, oh-oh
(?)
Oh oh, oh-oh
Ah to think that before it didn't give me the time
Oh oh, oh-oh
1.3 is my city where do you want me to go?
Oh oh, oh-oh
Costa Azura, if you miss, it will want you
We have to savor, to taste my love

It cries to arms, Marseille is like The Warrior
I brought out the father, the little ones are all in heat
Bro I'm settled, Golf 8R, I'm roaming in Cannes
Two years, in the ship, pursued by the BAC

RS6 white plated Swiss, it opens the hazi at ten to ten
This summer, just bruncia towards the drops
A flash of vovo to be in the mood
Eh-oh, eh-oh this summer it's the fuego, the fuego
Everyone is confined, big (the confined)
The barec', the aperitifs
We arrive at recourse like a porn movie
In front of the teammate, I make the Jul sign
It's when you're cool that often you sink
I know thugs, back to the Bédoule
It makes the three times filtered, only dedicated jobbers
Like Omar and Mr. (?) The prod at two we're going to bleed it
A little joint, a Caprisun, a can in place of an ashtray
Let's go to the beach, a little straw hat
The little one is mucho de mucho caliente
Stop playing Stringer Bell, it's either business or the city
Se gente por gente, Marsiglia por sempre, (?)

Oh oh, oh-oh
I smoke the moula, my head is elsewhere
Oh oh, oh-oh
(?)
Oh oh, oh-oh
Ah to think that before it didn't give me the time
Oh oh, oh-oh
1.3 is my city where do you want me to go?
Oh oh, oh-oh
Costa Azura, if you miss, it will want you
We have to savor, to taste my love

It cries to arms, Marseille is like The Warrior
I brought out the father, the little ones are all in heat
Bro I'm settled, Golf 8R, I'm roaming in Cannes
Two years, in the ship, pursued by the BAC

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