Booba:
In the land of easy money, how many died on the way?
Fuck the APL public transport
Gunpowder in the lungs
I spit, the MCs Losing their heads
I'm walking alone with my Uzi Man, 9.2 Izi Man...
Big number 10 before they say, don't choose me
Pray for the rivers of the Stix to cool down
I'm going down to the Ritz, you lower your weight at the hotel and Ibis flow
I'm holding back, I'm doing the rest, zarma the last pes-sa
You're forgetting that I rap better than you, you look at that
You'll have to cut out my tongue so that I spit
no one sells more than oim as far as I know
So stay calm, I'm going to the Bahamas
So I'll let you die on the ice floes
All it takes is one phase to reduce them to puree
Don't you know who I am? Google me Motherfucker!
Chorus (x2):
You want to take risks? you want to make cash
Doing illicit, have big wads
But to make millions it's harder and harder
Tomato and onion salad for life, it's more and more secure
Djé:
Chorus (x2):
Do you want to take risks? you want to make cash
Doing illicit, have big wads
But to make millions it's harder and harder
Tomato and onion salad for life, it's more and more sure
Booba:
Have you worked for this your whole life?
You thought you were doing the right thing, give me the hands of your daughter, you old bastard
I'm going to take you out of misery
A real duke, a real baron, violent from the balls of the daron
I'm going back to the dealership, basketball cap backwards
From Boulogne , dove in Asnières
Gene-gen (?) in Nanterre
I'm not into bling bling, motherfucker I'm a diamond dealer
Full of hatred like the scratches on my door
br/>Paid like at the golf course, two whores are waiting for me on the sofa
Outside my limousine, a third whore sucks the driver
I talk about biff all the time, because here nothing is offered
Illicit substances brother, pay the incidentals
Those who know me know that my place is in the lion's room
Harissa mayonnaise poto, tomato salads Onions
Mehdi Med has the sound system, squeeze my jack in a bucket of water
Mc I'm dying while singing do re mi fa sol, sodomy!
Chorus (x2):
do you want to take risks? you want to make cash
Doing illicit, have big wads
But to make millions it's harder and harder
Tomato and onion salad for life, it's increasingly safer

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