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I roll a joint
Line them up
I smoke them
Line them up
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I rap with Kamé Hamé Ha
Cameras on me, I make kids and teenagers happy
I'm selected for the Seleção
I'll take out the Silver Wood, you stink of Obao
Let me do it, I have the formula, let me do it
I'll overtake them like in Formula 1
You, your nickname, no one has formulated it
You want a featuring, fill out the form
Attach the check and don't forget the stamp.
I'm known for never complaining.
Fuck, in the end you filed a complaint.
Whoever wants to turn us on, we will turn him off.
Don't compare us to those sons of tainp
This is Bondy Nord, welcome to the jungle
I have sublime lyrics, you're going to suffer, man
You'll end up on Subutex pills.
Paris is doing badly, Paris is stressed
I take money, I take the time to appreciate
We will harm them, we will hurt them
Like in the days of Mafia Trece
You want a featuring, you have to negotiate
You want a showcase, you have to negotiate
We don't have time, we're working
But don't worry, we'll process your file.
In Châtelet, the jackals continue to attack
Turn up the volume and unwind
Apparently she swallows, she has a braided pussy
That just one gram of cc is enough
Oh my God, oh my God, this world is going to hell
They lost it, they spat out the shells
This world is cold, this world is cruel
You can get smoked in an alley
There are kids dying so look, look a little: Patrick Bruel
Give me the Stade de France, I'll light the fire
Comme Johnny Hallyday, Hallyday
I'm validated, you have no idea
Give me the Stade de France, I'll light the fire
Comme Johnny Hallyday, Hallyday
I'm validated, you have no idea
Give me the Stade de France, if you want the earth to tremble
9-3 is hot potato, bler-trem with Thales we strangle you
All my gavas are strange, line them up
We fuck them, we eat them, we are alienated
Seasoned, seasoned, seasoned, seasoned
It's hass when I have-ver-rri, have-ver-rri, have-ver-rri
I came for the interests, I came to bury them
Yes, I really struggled.
They took me for their friend, yeah, they wired
It is only with sorrel that I am seated at the table
We smoke them to music and that's enough
There will be no orphans, no burdened women
They want to see me in the shadows, I'll fix that
They love to suck cock and it's quite a job
I never wanted rappers at my feet
But I'm the most photocopied rapper
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