When we arrive, everything unfolds, to an air of soul.
Shiny car, contact, compact sound.
The brothers with boogie hairstyles, degraded s, Pento,
Soul-Glow sliding on nigga's head.
Tonight funk, zouk, soukouss at Keur Sambo,
3rd wonder in the scale of boà ®you’re afros.
Ah! ALTESSE and BUGSY are 100 taken care of.
Damn, the girls smell good,
there's some good sound, I'm drinking my drink.
Let me alone ter the dance floor ooh! It's slipping,
sweat on the ground, Big bonda, false chivés, I'm going.
There are some Kao raclis As Make noise Blessed, poorly combed girls,
who throw Pchitt at you at the start of the evening,
and bombs-at-max, with the thong you see the Tampax.
I signal to the DJ who plays Boombastic,
the ragga gives the boner.
Sautéed virginity, it's not my problem, I have to fuck
all the kids.
Chorus:
In this nightclub, all the niggas are going hard,
and can't stop.
Do you want to know how I attack rats?
Tiny piece of paper, don't tell your boyfriend
Love gangster:
He's a young boy who gives you a good wad.
Many have left their boyfriend to come lively, hunting,
the one who lets go of his girl loses his place.
Under the spots, I follow my pasha steps.
In my pocket there is my pen, on the wheat-ta the whiskey and coke.
Sapa paya watch for me, I'm attacking a cannon.
His fake black guy, dyed blond, comes to break my balls,
a headbutt in his mother, it's good he's collapse.
Cocaine in his cigarette?
Y... Bitch!
The bouncers are coming, let it go, we're V.I.P,
girls on stage are breaking their square heels.
They even forgot all their failed friends,
they don't care, you're right, shake up what God gave you!
Chorus
I'm going to wander, tongue out, sequence stuck-tight.
O Nigivir, she over there, I spotted her.
I make my way between perfumes and breasts,
I bluff a flamer so that we end well.
Like your next ! Perfect, I do it!
Listen miss! In somersault, there's an ass and there's a cock!
You know the guy slumped over a girl at the bottom, it's me,
who runs away with her before the end, it's still me!
I emptied the J.B., attack the vodka-orange,
Bay alert, strange mixtures.
There's no Pamela! There's a classy blonde,
I still put the note here:
luxury whore phenomenon,
shaved pussy, not hairy, like Pollux.
I dance at the scar-la, it's not the Scala.
- Eh! DOUBLE S is watching!
- What is it MY-STO?
- MAMA mia! I dance the STOMY-AAH!
Chorus

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