[Joke - Verse 1]
My niggas are in the place like Rosa Parks
I have the genius, the size, the nation of Bonaparte
Fuck his mother re rap, long live the pussies, the black cards
They want to see us suffer like all these bastards
My face and I are working hard
Like Vania we want to 'million by stuffing all these mugs
Swimming on an ocean of banknotes is what I call brewing
Get married in the street you won't have a ring, t 'll have the bracelet, nigga
Konichiwa, Namasté, thank God I don't have any paparazzi
I can have tea or get sucked on my tea rack
Just your mouth, she's going to fuck up
My darling you know that my cock is not going to suck itself
You can get up at 7 o'clock, or at 5 o'clock
The future only belongs to one nigga in the sector
Fuck the daughter, the mother, the sister of this motherfucker inspector
You do it 'hot guy until you get hit with a fire extinguisher
Nigger
[Bridge]
I'll fuck you in front of the mirror fuck his race Candyman
(Joke, no Joke)
I fuck you in front of the ice cream, fuck your Candyman race
(Joke, no joke)
I fuck you in front of the ice cream, fuck your Candyman race
[Pusha T - Verse 2]
Flow killer, no nigga fuckin' with the boy
Album of the year, dope dealers jump for joy
Inspired as they battleship and then they foreign toys
Listenin ' to the realest nigga makin' all the noise
My name is my name, 'cain is to blame
Slave to the kilo, the chain still remains
Yuugh, the G.O.O.D. Music kingpin
Window of opportunity is really shrinkin'
Trigger finger steady, let these hollows sink in
You need an army to test them, the fuck was you thinkin'?
Wooh , I done seen it all done it all
Shop with every jeweler, sold a ton of raw
Had the Franck Müller with the bezel thawed
My double pump days had to saw the metal off
br/>Yuugh, it's the life of crime
They say it in they raps but this life is mine
[Joke - Chorus]
Don't move, I have your head in the glass
br/>Rare like a French diamond that doesn't come from the country
My niggas can do all kinds of dirty for euros
My niggas can do all kinds of dirty for euros
br/>Bastard, I'm burning for my black card
The French state owes us a black card
It's money, the coffin or the cupboard
My white people , my blacks, my Chinese want their black card
[Joke - Outro]
Rap I dig its grave as I dig my head
The old people want to be reborn as much as I want to give it to you
To copy you need a boss, Renoi, I'm the boss
You don't need to be Michelangelo for your brain to repaint the ceiling
I got up yesterday because I got up so early
And given what I'm preparing for you I think I'm going to have to go to bed very ¨s late
I slide your pair of stockings
I give my hand they take the arm
So I finger them... and you know the rest my nigga
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