Filling up whaps, filling up cuts
Yo, Diek and the Waggie, we're turning it around
Driving through the city,
we're turning it around
She's pulling her friends on her shoulders when we walk in
They're looking at us, no insulation in my room
Winter food, just like sleeping on a balcony
That's why Gelly asked if I could sleep
But check out her bum, it's not my fault anymore
I can tell you everything about Heimwee
Crane water in another country is not tasty,
at least because I stay in Paris
Only with rap I pay my taxes,
for the rest I don't work for the society
I ain't coming to *** and trash,
I don't give a *
No fastidious baby,
I would come and watch,
but not right away
I'm with the older guys from the
neighborhood and I thought to myself,
I can't end it like this
Sometimes my mom doesn't come out with her humor,
I don't make myself busy because I know it's temporary
I'm in a lonely hotel,
that's where we avoid,
I prefer the Gellys from TikTok
For all those girls,
they're all for you,
babe,
especially for you,
because you never did this
All my intentions,
you can read about them,
never been good at hiding
Ask my mom,
she knifes my room,
I kept hiding,
she's still following me
I don't have a second or third,
I say what I think,
I'm canceled in a week
But nobody has to know how I live,
I'm an artist,
as far as you know
Yo,
my hips and my tracksuit sagging,
I ain't bragging,
I'm just telling the truth
Only with rap I pay my taxes,
for the rest I don't work for the society
I believe what you want from kitchen stove,
but why would I get up and lie in the booth?
Dick and the Wagyu are turning it around,
riding the Ben and we're mining it