| Yassine Beats
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| Bad bitch with an accent, I wake up from a good night
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| Transaction in a Golf 7, another day I'm alive, thank God, yeah
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| They would like to make me bored, well yes
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| I'm in my thirties, yes arab, I'm still learning to live
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| With a chase, you broke through the glass
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| You know I could become the mayor of my city
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| Store a million bundles of ten thousand
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| Look at me boloss, I'm the ghost of your dreams
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| Look at me boloss, I have a formidable appetite
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| I'm going to fuck you very hard like Khabib in a party
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| We coke we cut it to triple this year
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| Yes illegal traffic, condés on motorcycles
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| You fuck us on the bargain, we smoke you like a cigarette butt
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| I'm like all the dogs of tess and on the head of my grandmother
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| I have vice, I see them spinning around my dick, around my money
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| Bro quietly, he say he's waiting for you, you know he's lying, yo
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| No one's innocent, plomo or money, it's blood money
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| We are not flat, too much jealousy on the back
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| 'Cause I got this, this, this, I got leeches on my skin
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| We're here, there, there, the fires tell me we're beautiful
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| It goes rah-rah-rah, and you hear the sound of the pot
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| I got jealous on my back, I got bitches on my back
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| I have mythos on my back, a flurry and noise from the pot
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| Because I have millions of euros, I have jealous people on my back
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| I have bitches on my back, I have mythos on my back
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| Your girlfriend hasn't responded for six days
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| More money, you wonder if she left you
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| Twenty heavy is the heritage of my city
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| In this rap, his mother's whore the dice are loaded
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| That's it, we're on the coast, the real ones who support us
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| Chili fuck the body, the drugs are in the port
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| T-max, helmet is black, sun to stop me drinking
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| You know how to live is better than to believe, I fuck the most beautiful tonight, yeah yo
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| In this bitch world put your heart in a fridge
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| No matter how much you suck me, you won't get my bigo (never), woaw, woaw
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| My name in the talkie, woaw, woaw, poucave by a junkie (DZ)
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| Bro quietly, he say he's waiting for you, you know he's lying, yo
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| No one's innocent, plomo or money, it's blood money
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| We are not flat, too much jealousy on the back
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| 'Cause I got this, this, this, I got leeches on my skin
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| We're here, there, there, the fires tell me we're beautiful
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| It goes rah-rah-rah, and you hear the sound of the pot
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| I got jealous on my back, I got bitches on my back
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| I have mythos on my back, a flurry and noise from the pot
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| Because I have millions of euros, I have jealous people on my back
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| I have bitches on my back, I have mythos on my back |