[Verse 1]
I don't like cops, it's sad because we need them
I have nothing left to jerk off like a penguin
In our house, revenge is not not a dish that is eaten cold
But rather a *brraaaah* that is eaten hot
A man with a belly is ungrateful
So I do abs, proves - me your virginity with a sheet
Ancestral technique, caravan, flamenco
I wear gold like an Inca, tattooed like in Sacramento
I smoke you and I make her cum with a finger, if you bring her too much
Your pussy has a trigger, my gun has a clit
Hachek I want to take a shot, buy some frameto
The rhyme is a headache, I'm going to break a neck
I have fangs #FaimDeLoup
Kenavo #FinDeVous
To the wise
I'm not a little fool from Rap Contenders
I'm tearing my helmet off like Bender from Futurama
I won't wait for the Prophet on Twitter to follow the sunnah
[Chorus]
Fuck your mother, you'll have Nike Air
Nikoumouk you'll have Reebok
I lift girls, I lift dumbbells
I'm leaving the club completely in the dark
I'm heading to Thailand with Egypt Air
Staying in France, I don't have much of that cum
Fuck your mother you'll have Nike Air
Nikoumouk you'll have Reebok
You'll have your mouth full of me-sper'
Normal that you rap your lyrics in yogurt
We're coming like bulldozers
We're holding the ter-ter, the pavement and the road
Fuck your mother you'll have some Nike Air
Nikoumouk tâauras des Reebok
Fuck your mother tâauras des Nike Air
Nikoumouk tâauras des Reebok
[Verse 2]
Polo Ralph Lau', Rain-Fo's Potato
Zahia is knocked up: is she a poison, or is she a nympho?
Cash flow, or Thai, dirty cunt
I don't go through gates like Jonah Falcon
FYI: Katoys, we don't eat that kind of bread
You know what? I still prefer m'chekwow, buddy: pass me the Sopalin
I'm walking with a handful of friends: they're my henchmen
Tâ You played the whore today: be a man tomorrow
Yeah I'm starving, Baby Brown Sugar
I'm going to butcher like Doctor Moor among the cougars
I'm no longer a child, I'm in the Canonge file
Mi-Tanj' half-demon, while as a child I was just an angel
Tattooed phalanges, designed scars
Sheared instrumentals, I punchline, it's been ten years
Alcohol for breakfast like in Ille-et -Naughty
I don't like Vincent Mc Doom: he's naughty
[Chorus]

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