Son of a bitch, you don't have a foothold
Gentlemen and ladies, it's a scandal
I saw you by the side of the road
With a hat and sandals
Lacrim, they really know
Those who know me, we've done everything
Little one, if you want to follow me you'll suffocate
Roofé, puffé, whole my life cursed
Tonight the bald guy went up there, loaded into an Audi
About my mother's life, ask Hat
There are two hundred of us, there are weapons, of the species
They must not miss us
We don't cheat (nah), we don't mythologize (nah)
You release a new clip (yes ): we can't watch it (no)
My God I would like to be as pure as the angels
I'm not innocent but I feel that blood is going to flow
I'm coming out of the street, yes
I'm not literary, nor a poet
We're not kowed
To uer-t don't bring back ten Moët
On the lookout, the police arrive as soon as we run away
Strike from Tangier, I took a liter of drink
We will never be the same
I put everything on the right horse
My daughter will be your godmother
She will help you if you eat poorly, coño
Nothing to lose, everything to take is the same
br/>We make money
If you want we'll let you have your big daronne from the hamam
Mamen, tonight, grand cru five hundred eus
Restau, the sons of bitches and the PJ it's without them
Dirty little bastard, do you think you're winning?
I'm taking off from Mexico, tomorrow morning I'll arrive in Portugal
My album and yours , no comparison
I speak in the singular, but everyone loses their reason
I know France well, your city I can place it
We have nothing to prove , why become who you are?
They believe in Lacrim, natural they feel the experience
You have to wash your ass with water, these buffoons use the PQ
My little ones know respect
Are proud to go and buy me bread
My son is four years old, we wear the same clothes
Philipp Plein Collection
For him I don't have black hearted brother
I'll let go of the headaches
I want him to know how to respect God
And run a hotel
The Saudi Arabia, Algeria and Dubai
As long as he has principles
He will know how to manage the whole lease
I'm thirty years old I'm still working, the damn his mother
You act like an angel but you have horns, vice is your salary
Salary, tell them they have to pay quickly or we'll fuck them
The butts in the air: never again
The tickets fall like a downpour
We go up to Rotterdam, we enter the coffee shop
La3ziz you take me out of it, but Ours is better
We assure the mid-fa, and you son of a bitch?
In negotiations, next delivery arrives from Tarifa

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