If you have a cat, you're my friend Give me a threesome for my year Bitch tell me what you know, let's get organized Before the whole cosmos neutralizes me There's only me and Louis XV who have created great sessions Better than a queen, I spit in a French woman Who are all bitches Introduce me one by one, I advance from the back Negro, I'm sure I *** you up at the top But since Anubis, I have an A out of 10 What fly did you get? You have the flow of paludism, you have the swag of AIDS You have a bizarre swag And your French will never pass your visa My girlfriend will never *** this dirty diva I don't smoke, I was born under Amnesia, under Sativa Too many lies on my tail, I get sucked and go Yes, I'll stay where I am as long as we don't open books There's only me and Louis XV who have created great sessions Better than a queen, I spit in a French woman Who are all bitches Out in the dentists, the best Get your ass kicked by a gigantic hook Guys Guys Yeah, your girl is not even worth the jack and the michel I spend my time attracting girls or pulling strings Find me in the snake of a half-sail beret The zen, the twine, the coke, half-sail beret In the head of Liszt, with half-sail Pro clip in 4k and in lack of pixels Bring back a Vixen, slapping up to 6M Rapping in small BEMs, I'm in the brain at Spielberg I'm in the four corners of Tachade, France and Navarre I rap on MCs, I'm Kendrick Lamar I'm only a little down, so all these little ones love me Negro created a pyramid before Pythagoras Since I've been here, the compasses indicate the south I'm a ***ing son, you're a *** If you have a snake, you're my friend Take the suite, nigga I take it at four legs under the two towers Uncomfortable, produced by Blasta I'm obsessed with the bass I'm paying an Indian to offer him a little rose at 50% I'm bipolar, it's game over It's time to take a little break, get out of the pink films That's how I see life, under drugs or hypnosis I'll have a good massacre, I'll do it with pleasure Break the build in his sanctuary and desire We are too many, too much water to sink under the fists They love to play with the flow, too much water to sink under the sugar I'm not going to make you a drawing, let's take a selfie You'll see the face of destiny or his spirit I want the ass of the Bentley, I want the Bentley too I'm going to drive like Tavares, it smells like Sousie Recorded on a tape, I'm telling you homie No matter the mojo, we don't synchronize In real life, I'm blond, brunette But my queen doesn't see me In real life, I'm French But my queen doesn't believe me It's been ten years since I told you, homie Tomorrow is us, tomorrow is today Watch out, I'm going to save you, I'm going to throw you in the dark Drink from the will and I intend to serve myself Marianne is going to come down on my pubis It's anubis or it's going to end badly More my heart anubis If rap was tennis, we would be the Davis Cup But beware, the songs of Athea Balle are only the premisses Yeah, despite many services I think Marianne still doesn't like my penis Without the hands, bitch Without the hands, bitch, please Without the hands, bitch, please Harry, Bim, Bim, Flo, ABS, Swagga, DSK I have the doors scratching me, the arm is tense like a nail car Check this out, if the alarm is light, it's because the weapon is heavy If the alarm is heavy, Negro, it's because the weapon is light I swear, I don't have the habit to see very well behind the tinted glass It's all black, all black, blood on the boulevard Look well, don't touch Negro, I can tell you to go or leave your *** Then the wedding for everyone goes A deaf black Renoir will lose all the tournaments I'm a Negro of his dreams, daddy, she's pinching me I cut wind and copy-paste Neither his mother nor his idol © BF-WATCH TV 2021