squatting lyrics

(X2)

I know qu't'es a hard worker

I know a boxer qu't'es

Do not you have big breasts, de-stresses

I like beautiful feet and big ass

One last look in the mirror '

I see competition in a Saxo

I'll smoke them as a personal

I'm in the club and in the ter-ter

Are you listening when you lift your dumbbells

Guinomo, numero uno

I'm on Jupiter, khey roundtrip, Marseille

There or it takes pains to 2 digits for stories bédo

My friends have dirty hands, doing dirty rap

The bourgeois become pale

Rail, puto

I ordered a pair and five pairs

And seven pairs of Yves Saint Lau'-Lau '

I asked for a drink, then twelve glasses

Then fifteen glasses of Limoncello

I am a fuck, I'm with Sid

Mogo, Spike and Zaka

Poor household, watch me, it smells wallah blackout

I am a fuck, I'm with Sid

Mogo, Spike and Zaka

Poor household, watch me, I reckon she has a tanga

(X2)

I know qu't'es a hard worker

I know a boxer qu't'es

Do not you have big breasts, de-stresses

I like beautiful feet and big ass

Come on, do the squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat

Come on, do the squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat

Yes yes, do the squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat

Baby, do squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat

You face exchange when I'm in the neighborhood

Voice is the robbery, they make the jactage

I am with my team backstage, there's Jack Honey

It takes no snow, no, pass me a massa

J'vois that clap your ass, you twerkes, j'mets slaps

The 'zin is a snap, good not deserve not even a snack

Do not make me ways, your ass I'm a shareholder

On the 1000 RR, Köhler, puto

In the Bario to Rabiot

Rappers down like Mayweather VS Pacquiao

My chair, propped like a stuffed manager

I see the civilians go and without radio

On s'en bat balls, you move to Maranello, mi hermana

Comoros New in business, it's Kalakala

On s'en bat balls, you move to Maranello, mi hermana

Comoros New in business, I am sick, polygamous like Papa

(X2)

I know qu't'es a hard worker

I know a boxer qu't'es

Do not you have big breasts, de-stresses

I like beautiful feet and big ass

Come on, do the squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat

Come on, do the squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat

Yes yes, do the squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat

Baby, do squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat, squat

(X2)

It Jobe, it has cramps

It was zieutée, she is happy

In the square there is fifty

You feel bad, I'm not bad

I'm not bad, I'm bad

No, you are wrong you also

Wallah you are very bad

Ah, but it's true qu'ça feels

Aaaah I know what that is but ...

Squat, squat