[Chorus]
In your... in your pussy
In your... in your pussy
In your... in your pussy
In your... in your pussy
4-legged finish
4-legged finished
4-legged finished
4-legged finished
4-legged finished
4-legged
Finished with 4 legs biatch
4 legs
[Verse 1]
I have a ton to worry about
I won't give the details
Bars of 'gold, cobblestones
Fuck the state, the little savings accounts
My niggers like square meters, round asses, women of ©pravées
Bitch in pumps likes the surface, I return it to the bottom like Papin
We're on edge
In the silkiest pussies
We take it out machine gun
I don't aim at furniture, read books in clubs
I turn outings with friends into fun parties
I put coke in your handkerchief
I don't serve azucar
We're on edge
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
No epithet to qualify me
J I have a swag that makes girls stupid
I don't go to rap concerts too much
I'm afraid to walk in these little shits
Represents the neighborhood on the glasses
MILF in Q10 in Audi Q7
Ass, ass, it's Joke the most sex
I'm on the arch-duchess's pussy check
C 'is who ? Joke more Lek, Lek
Come suck my bistouquette, quette
France is pumping Africa so that it is dead
I'm fresher than the day of the fair
Turn outings with friends into fun parties
I put coke in your handkerchief
Biatch dances the mapouka
We're on edge
[Chorus]
[Outro]
If you're a drunk nigga, raise your hand in the air
If you're a drunk nigga, raise your hand in the air
If you're a drunk nois-chi, raise your hand in the air
If you're a drunk rebeu, raise your hand in the air
We're on edge

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