[Intro : Big Ali]
You know what it is baby : Black M !
Eyes bigger than the world !
Here we go !
This beat I blacked out
We racked up now cash out
From bottles we gobble
But ain't got no love for (the others)
[Chorus 1: Black M] (x2)
Forget the others, we don't even see them, we leave the lot
They don't have the attitude to be with us
And we, in our habits, it's no fault
Cheers
[Chorus 2: Black M]
Put your Methuselah because that's what they like
Put your Methuselah, it's Paris, not Harlem
Put your Methuselah, make love my aliens
Put your Methuselah, your enemy, we bullies him
[Verse 1: O Crom JR]
Three in the morning, bro, I'm in the club
I hear nothing, there's too much ass
Take me back two magnums, a methuselah
A champagne and two packs of cigarettes
It's two o'clock that we left the block
Baseball bat in the trunk
Breh, Star Wars atmosphere, let them
I'll show them who's the boss
I'm on the runway, broke and foncecar, Vendetta
On the '"té-c'" at the cap
Wati B, Big Black, Big Eyes, too much swag
This is the Champions League, missiles at our table
Admiral to our left, Big Ali to our right
XXX tonight, XXX
Admiral to our left, Big Ali to our right
A cut-euphoric shifted to settle its slate
[Bridge: Black M]
Here, even with your strong arms, you will end stupidly tired
All what you have physically, here, we mask it with a ticket
Asks to the guys of my cellar which are already scattered
If your bottle makes sparks, it does not mean that you are born to shine
[Chorus 1: Black M]
[Chorus 2: Black M]
[Verse 2: Dry]
Yes, turn your mathusalem
Before the girls make you smoke Salem
The sharks at my table to the appetites of whales
Bro, you'll have the side even with the haircut of Khaled
Bring money, cars, chalice, XXX
Your cess XXX species
More the bottle bomb and more the girls talk to me
Feel the fear in the assembly when my guys arise
So [you're the doc?], We want the nirvana
Headgear on the "té-c"as Guevara
It's over it's over like when you have nothing on you
XXX overweight
XXX SMIC on the table
XXX welfare recipients who cares we have the eyes bigger than the world
In you, the bottles don't shine, we valid it
Because we know that you don't see further than your shadow
[Verse 3 : Big Ali]
All dat shit y'all talkin'
I ain't hearing nada
My team is full of Muslims
Who don't eat no hassa
Step up in da club, welcome into mi casa
These bitches got me love but I keep saying "hasta!"
No love for these niggas, no love for these hoes
Rackin' up them digits, deep down dat dough life
Black M I'll hit it like Wati B soldat
Mathusalems in the air, go ahead and pour dat
[Chorus 2: Black M]
[Verse 4: Black M]
Let me be tranquil
The goal is not to see my face in my Closer
Given the state of the game, there's enough to make you the big eyes
Yes, I want to weigh, but not as Rozay
Fuck your peoples, and they are losers
And who told you that my audience is not more than 12?
I all fucked, it becomes even painful
I make love your girl and I have nothing of a R.Kelly
[Chorus 1: Black M]
[Chorus 2: Black M]