Yestarday I gave you a drink, I wanted to fuck you wife (yeah)
I have two Nike socks, to get into your khav (thank you, thank you)
I parked the Mercedes, in front of the bar
Tomorrow, I will perform at Bercy
I know the pimp and the whore, the killer of the whore, it will be easy (oh)
Plata, plata, plata, I kill them quietly, under influence
You don't have Rhum, let's bind the whore
I looked the face, their glasses were very ugly
Don't be sad, we come back from LA
Whisky, jet lag, look at the tan marks
Ten whores suck me, suck me, ten guys in me, like a russian doll
Physical and logistical means
Two Glocks on my suspenders
I put my Benelli in the holster
I saw it to butcher you from closer range
Thirty six millions of friends to deal with
We would be tenants if we kept them
I sweat, I sleep bad
My song makes bubbles, I'm thinking about the worst
People plot, it's ok
I have three platinium ones, it makes them boil
I will feed on their hatred to survive
I will die standing up, I'm not joking
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I rolled my hump, we are the vermin
A weapon, a three quarter Hugo Boss (2 Pac)
I'm here where shots are fired (bang, bang)
Nothing more fake than a smile
Nothing more real than a homicide
Good life is a villa, cars
Ten whores in the berline
The thing is to not be late (not late)
I'm never late (never)
A woman is enough to wreck a man (his heart)
For you I have two (loaded)
I come with loads of cash in bags (packed)
Today we have everything (even more)
I see treachery in your eyes (I see it)
I have no doubts (it's sure)
Start the van, I'm hungry prepair the barbecue
In your mouth the words of others
We're at the top, you're a f*** muppet
I love ass, I let way to women
You push them, you're a joke
I love leather in the car interior
The dashboard, seats color café creme
In the wagon there a two, three vandals
They will tag the word "homicide"
Since the death of a man is a tragedy
Death of a million a statistic
My girlfriend has makeup, my car too, I know it's ok
You're not as tough as you pretend, you softened
I'm Pueblo for your information, were I at a spring demonstration
Now it's the cash of the company that pays our summer holidays
All the fields, all the fields
Glocks on the R1, on the RR
For two years I put them QLD
I get the gun, open the door
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