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Double X on the track, bitch
It's the PMP
The Artist Baby
Brrrh
They didn't predict that we were going to win
We also want to put baskets
We struggled seriously for years
They didn't see anything coming, it's mountains
(Gilbert his first name)
I'm a singing star
Like Véronique Sanson
I'm the ladies' hairdresser
Sanson's hairdresser
No one will ever stop us
We don't get big heads, we stay OP
You can't tame us, don't be wrong
We are going to turn you on, make, fart the Dom Pé
Yes, it's with me that she would like to cheat on you
It's because of me if you broke up
I'm talking to your break up (hahahaa)
I say watch out and I say, go home
I'm not talking to you, who told you to come home?
Who told you to go home?
For the sake of you, I almost disemboweled myself
I'm going to put it in the skylight, I'm tired of centering
I want you to come in front
That you tell me things
Everyone stays in their place
Or the cannon explodes
There will be no break
The outcome will be the same
Whatever your ambitions
Or whatever your reign
So, little bastard
How do you escape?
If you go out you get pussy
But there you have the Post Office
They act like great thugs, great pilots
At the comico people talk without a ventriloquist
They make up rumors for you without a stomach, they laugh
It's the antidote
These mythos stink of Hess
They smell like anus, the flea market
You have to shield them for fresh juice
I told my child Luke
Principles before luxury
You have to find tips
Or you'll have it in the 'ul-c'
Treat humans, some are real whores
They tap you on the shoulder, but only wait for you to fall
They're just waiting for you to fall, they want you to fall
They would even be ready to dig your grave
Don't trust these dogs
Son, I'm warning you
I want you to come in front
That you tell me things
Everyone stays in their place
Or the cannon explodes
There will be no break
The outcome will be the same
Whatever your ambitions
Or whatever your reign
The Artist Baby
These Dogs won't get me
No these dogs won't get me
I want to go to Marbella
In Miami, Murciela
You hold the walls, that's it
I admit, it's dirty, it's hard
You don't have enough to pay for your procedures
You don't have enough, for you life is hard
What do you want me to do there?
What do you want me to do there?
I'm on vacation in Boniface
What do you want me to do there?
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