[Verse 1]
I won't give them respect
Even if they suck my stick
You're good, try to stay it
No one won't will help or even Satan (puto)
Go get your trowel
I'll wait for you in your alley
I'm in the shadows, bang bang
J 'I'm going to make my natural gallop
There's the wind, the rain, the hunger
The thirst, we have the thirst, the guns
The bullets, the cases
Your team has the timps, the moles
The syringes, the tourniquets, the needles
There is day, night, duty, right
The right to do that their stomach shrinks
There are those who are for, there are those who are against
But those who are against
They know that the finger I put it
Cruel like Bruel
The misery of the world does not lie in my navel
Yesterday I was on your side, tonight they will be on my grill
The street it's rubbish, you're the tramps
It's all Le Coq, all Sosa
In the clips they're holding the 'teilles
Outside they're holding the sodas, the lauds -sa
[Chorus]
Millions of euros, millions of happy people
I won't get killed in your street
Glove on a two-wheeler
I'm not out of the problem completely, you saw
I'm here for the prestige like Moët Hennessy
Here we'd take some time to die in Tennessee
Ah yes
[Verse 2]
I'm going to war buddy I had hope
I had a blank look in the square
I'm suffering still stigmata under my saps
It still flows from my blood, where I zoned in the evening
I smoked my youth
We were pissed as it is not allowed
The ghosts are reborn
I'm not a trav', don't hide my sorrows under the varnish
I'm the terter, the guilty one on the RR 1000
At the top like Cro Cop I'm coming to burst your hernia
Respect for the father
We give ourselves what time allows us
Since time is tarnishing us
I'm not going to give you half a cock
If I can fuck it all up
No, I'll score from six meters
She likes my buzz, this whore likes my shoes
She wants my double decimeter
The rrain-t© stinks of piss, I'm at edge of the abyss
So full under the mattress, uncle I'm not at peace
I'm up, I'm reupholstering, I'm alone, I'm at 6
br/>I take it standing, lying down, sitting
Cut in grams, half a kilo' of autonomy
Commit homicide with monotony
I'm in the cabin, you hear death on the cro-mi
Puto, I'm deep in your throat in the Audi, ah
[Chorus] (x2)
Millions of euros, millions happy
I won't get killed in your street
Gloves on a two-wheeler
I'm not out of the woods, you saw
I'm here for the prestige like Moët Hennessy
Here we would take freelancers to die in Tennessee
Ah yes

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