| There's my brother who was pacing
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| All alone, I paid the lawyer
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| My blood, there are no friends
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| Only whores who do the Zampa on khapta
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| Always the same, always dressed ghetto
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| The motto: we don't look back
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| It wants the sum of the boss, his bendo
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| And his wife next door in the Merco
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| I'm in the biz-biz all year round
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| Brain elsewhere yeah I'm just hovering
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| For my team team I could cane
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| There are the cops, I run like Sadio Mané
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| Right now it's not the form
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| I smoke California weed
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| I want to sell CDs like Johnny
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| Me, my team is my family
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| bro you left me
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| Dude, I'm not going to threaten you
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| I have buzz but I can offend you
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| We'll see when we meet
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| Ju-Jul LaFamax, the Uzi, the Kalash
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| At the factory like a noi-ch
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| A pin on ganache
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| It's the joy the melancholy the madness of the terter
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| Villainous, in the car it's about making you do it
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| It wants the money the browns the purples and the light greens
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| I don't want war but be careful if you talk about mother father
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| (Ghetto) it's the joy the melancholy the madness of the Ter-Ter
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| (Ghetto) villainous, in the car it's about making you do it
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| (Ghetto) it wants the change the browns and the light greens
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| (Ghetto) I don't make war but be careful if you talk about mother father
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| We play
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| It's the sound of the
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| We play
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| It's the sound of the
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| Too much in love, we take the lead
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| It's not joy, it's not party
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| They gave me s3our they put my hair on the plate
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| Oh solo, I'm done solo
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| They peeking at me these sons would like me to roll over
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| And I forget the suits no more cheekbones try
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| I remained a discreet man, a bit like N'Golo
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| Hey it's crying in the living room, handcuffed son
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| Divorce hurt you'll see your daughter again when she's not disgusted
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| Resentment for other dark thoughts for khadadadah
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| You see me smiling still able to pop your deleleleh
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| She betrayed you, you hated her with another one in a bikini
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| So get used to the idea that it's over, (it's ghetto)
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| It's the joy the melancholy the madness of the terter
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| Villainous, in the car it's about making you do it
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| It wants the money the browns the purples and the light greens
|
| I don't want war but be careful if you talk about mother father
|
| (Ghetto) it's the joy the melancholy the madness of the Ter-Ter
|
| (Ghetto) villainous, in the car it's about making you do it
|
| (Ghetto) it wants the change the browns and the light greens
|
| (Ghetto) I don't make war but be careful if you talk about mother father
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| We play
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| It's the sound of the
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| We play
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| It's the sound of the
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| There's my brother who was pacing
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| All alone, I paid the lawyer
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| My blood, there are no friends
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| There are only whores who pace on khapta
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| There's my brother who was pacing
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| All alone, I paid the lawyer
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| My blood there are no friends
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| There are only whores who pace on khapta |