International traffic
Hola gringo salâm 'aleïkoum what do you want? What do you like?
I drive at 2.30 on the national road
Rap is dead vato I don't give a damn peace to his soul
International traffic
Hola gringo salâm 'aleïkoum what do you want? What do you like?
I'm driving at 2.30 on the national road
Rap is dead vato I don't give a damn peace to his soul
Second half passes lobà ©e, well seeing what you did there
I'm going first class to Barcelona like Afellay
We don't stop Zahier, don't stop there
I could make you a series if we filmed what we did wrong
I'll spit on you with sympathy
Every night drunk like it's St. Patrick's Day
More of respect for the bitch since she mowed down Hakim
Whoever falls asleep alone wakes up gagged during a home-jacking
Pack up your stories and your gang-over
br/>MC's corpse under your Range Rover
I write sixteens at the price of an 18 gram
I won't sleep better in a coffin with 10,000 bullets
I rap violence on an air of peace
My son will put sky in his glass of milk
I have hatred yet my daron is not Kassovitz
In France I feel like a blackos Warsaw
International traffic
Hola gringo salâm 'aleïkoum what do you want? What do you like?
I drive at 2.30 on the national road
Rap is dead vato I don't give a damn peace to his soul
International traffic
Hola gringo salâm 'aleïkoum what do you want? What do you like?
I drive at 2.30 on the national road
Rap is dead vato I don't give a damn peace to his soul
My halo is embra -brasé
If I invite rap to the tel-ho it won't be for the kiss-brass
We're burned out like a 100 moos in a teddy
The schtars us running, the ghetto has 20/20 in athletics
Coal worker training in M.E.D
I don't see the same time as on your L.E.D watch
My tears a three quarter of blood, a quarter of salt
Three friends dead, I haven't even reached the quarter century
False Nataf de Paname, the rap game is Scorsese vs Brian De Palma
You tighten your belt, your associate is strangling you
The gamos abandoned to the Blue Elephant
Go tell my lawyers, I only feel free on board an A3 convertible
This is what three rap freelancers did to my vocal cords
International traffic
Hola gringo salâm 'aleïkoum what do you want? What do you like?
I drive at 2.30 on the national road
Rap is dead vato I don't give a damn peace to his soul
International traffic
Hola gringo salâm 'aleïkoum what do you want? What do you like?
I'm driving at 2.30 on the national road
Rap is dead vato I don't give a damn peace to his soul
The tit-pe are taking back the rain- ter when the big guys stop
We kiss at the switchblade
Don't look for me in the rap game, I'm not even there
They make clips in Clio II j 'do it in an Impala
There are those who talk and those who rob the bank
Those who return to Paname with German plates
There are those who chatter too much like PPDA
They play in Ligue 1 I play in BBVA

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