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Composer: BiggieJo

Lyricist: La Fouine

Lyricist: Nahir

Lyrics and translation

Original

At the top there are the darons, at the bottom there are the tools, in front there are the khedam and the product you like

I arrive as Leto in Macaroni, lying down I'm in the closet in bed

I lost the daronne, the daron, I wake up with 2 whores, have I lost my bearings

If you are a scoundrel I could do you because in reality you took my brother's life

Damn the BAC is running, there's a drop in profits, in reality I'm a good one but I have the wrong profile

And I'm not going to eat at the Met Gala, I'm 10 years early, there you are

They don't have the shoulders to handle all our salads, I should start making salads

The experience is raw, the connection is Machiavellian, at a red light like Makaveli

The slogan is Shoot down the enemy, they are racists like in Alabama

And even my fire with dark skin, I need Nico's lawyer, no I don't want to spend a night there

The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm

This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm

Hold my email

Go fuck your mother dot com without qualms

The cally is Val Thorens, the geushs do somersaults like Statham

Down there are only workers slaloming

Who carry around canisters but it's not to blow in them

Only at the watchmaker can I count time

If you don't have the amount, there's no point in raising your voice

From the rising sun to the dawn, horrors that have made the heart of lead

Matrixed by the whari, padlock on the suitcase

I'm taking a step back, otherwise I'll quickly buy a pump

The R-Dèv go to the pump, three-quarter Denzel leather, I'm coming ass-com

Survey the area from a distance, you nace me

The world is small, like the map of Los Santos and Vice City, we are stubborn

Failing to tighten the noose, continue to increase rates, I'm known as the telethon

The coal proved me right, the slob told me you're crazy, the banker told me you're good

Most of what they say is false, I make the same face as Tchouameni in front of Eto

RAP, nothing to prove, I hate them, I'm Tupac and I ride on them like Death Row

And I would like to get all these fascists naked, only on a boat do they accept sails

It is only in the grave that I accept my fate, there are 2 in the suite of the Royal Monceau

That alone blows them up like Scorsese humm, lots of horses in the procession humm

Under her big head there are my Cortez humm, she reminds me I still have it humm

The letter rogatory, I sign it and I take my commission

If you're under 18 I'll send you on a mission, we'll shoot the commissioner

Fouiny and Nahir, black is the me-ar, white is the

For l3ine I have blinders

I don't know how much, it was 2000 I think, that he was shot by a 2003

Ok Toc Toc, it's me who's knocking at the door

In the dock it smells like locked up

I'm looking for a plug to fuck the procedure

I have dreams in GAV I hear him screaming Fuck Fuck

I consume life like gasoline, at zeu-lai I make them le-sa without vaseline

I do one shots, while their doctors prescribe Ventolin

I don't pay for shooters, I send a zinc or WAAA

I still have a 22 in the armrest

I drive faster because she likes the jerks WAAA

No need for the wand, just ask for the finger

The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm

This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm

The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm

This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm

Capital of the cream of crime

English translation

At the top there are the darons, at the bottom there are the tools, in front there are the khedam and the product you like

I arrive as Leto in Macaroni, lying down I'm in the closet in bed

I lost the daronne, the daron, I wake up with 2 whores, have I lost my bearings

If you are a scoundrel I could do you because in reality you took my brother's life

Damn the BAC is running, there's a drop in profits, in reality I'm a good one but I have the wrong profile

And I'm not going to eat at the Met Gala, I'm 10 years early, there you are

They don't have the shoulders to handle all our salads, I should start making salads

The experience is raw, the connection is Machiavellian, at a red light like Makaveli

The slogan is Shoot down the enemy, they are racists like in Alabama

And even my fire with dark skin, I need Nico's lawyer, no I don't want to spend a night there

The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm

This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm

Hold my email

Go fuck your mother dot com without qualms

The cally is Val Thorens, the geushs do somersaults like Statham

Down there are only workers slaloming

Who carry around canisters but it's not to blow in them

Only at the watchmaker can I count time

If you don't have the amount, there's no point in raising your voice

From the rising sun to the dawn, horrors that have made the heart of lead

Matrixed by the whari, padlock on the suitcase

I'm taking a step back, otherwise I'll quickly buy a pump

The R-Dèv go to the pump, three-quarter Denzel leather, I'm coming ass-com

Survey the area from a distance, you nace me

The world is small, like the map of Los Santos and Vice City, we are stubborn

Failing to tighten the noose, continue to increase rates, I'm known as the telethon

The coal proved me right, the slob told me you're crazy, the banker told me you're good

Most of what they say is false, I make the same face as Tchouameni in front of Eto

RAP, nothing to prove, I hate them, I'm Tupac and I ride on them like Death Row

And I would like to get all these fascists naked, only on a boat do they accept sails

It is only in the grave that I accept my fate, there are 2 in the suite of the Royal Monceau

That alone blows them up like Scorsese humm, lots of horses in the procession humm

Under her big head there are my Cortez humm, she reminds me I still have it humm

The letter rogatory, I sign it and I take my commission

If you're under 18 I'll send you on a mission, we'll shoot the commissioner

Fouiny and Nahir, black is the me-ar, white is the

For l3ine I have blinders

I don't know how much, it was 2000 I think, that he was shot by a 2003

Ok Toc Toc, it's me who's knocking at the door

In the dock it smells like locked up

I'm looking for a plug to fuck the procedure

I have dreams in GAV I hear him screaming Fuck Fuck

I consume life like gasoline, at zeu-lai I make them le-sa without vaseline

I do one shots, while their doctors prescribe Ventolin

I don't pay for shooters, I send a zinc or WAAA

I still have a 22 in the armrest

I drive faster because she likes the jerks WAAA

No need for the wand, just ask for the finger

The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm

This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm

The kainrys we jump them like Offset humm, I'm in L.A. under the sunset humm

This year we are going to steal the recipe humm, they make up the 17 humm

Capital of the cream of crime

Watch video La Fouine, Nahir - Offset

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