I could declare my love for you but I'm not a pyromaniac
I could take you to seventh heaven like Iron man

No, you won't have the town hall, bad guy, someone's calling me on my phone, I have to leave I have work (it's okay)

I need the money of a Qatari (cashhh) to take you without counting to the Maldives,
to Bali (far)
far from Paris (far), far from Paris (far), in December in the sun I smoke a joint from Cali

I light up a joint from Cali Cali in the Audi, I think of you your ass is harmful
You're into fashion, Louis-Vi bags, Fendi too materialistic but, you're charming too.

You're my Nagasaki, Nagasaki, you made the city tremble, it won't be for life
Nagasaki, Nagasaki it's the thugs you attract, the footballers, the artists

Nagasaki (oh oh oh oh oh)
Nagasaki (oh oh oh oh!)
Nagasaki (oh oh oh oh oh)
Nagasaki (oh oh oh oh!)

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