I don't know what to do I don't know what to do Ah, love calls me, I haven't finished my drink I wake up and my balls are upside down I'll never kiss you, my brother I present you my life as a sick man I *** your heart and leave you on the square There is no truffle, no chance, life is not pink Looking behind the bars Talk to me about beef, you give me the barrel The tarot varies according to the client We stay pro, we sell the guttural while smiling At 45, the engine is noisy At K47, if you're not reliable And in the table, there is the one who weighs And right next to him, there is the one who sucks When you have nothing, if they can, they *** you And when you're full, these faggots *** you I prefer to be good, not those who rot Glock semi-automatic, it's bitter, choke nourish Don't betray the hand that fed you You know the manager, but you steal from the nurse Yeah, yeah, yeah On the beat, I have my AZX To make love, there in the illegal I don't say it, I say it, the A6 I know I can *** her in a Megan That you don't even love me, I don't give a *** Eva, it's the money that makes me crazy Love, you go back to Pekin At all times, it can make you crazy On the beat, I deflate Adrenaline in the vent, my thumb accelerates I hear the lightning strike There's death calling me I already feel that it's time And I rub my lips When the girl tells me, baby, kiss me Only words, words And the one who talks the most is the one who kisses me Love Death calls me that I haven't finished my glass I wake up and my balls are upside down I will never beat you, my brother I present to you my view of Crapoulon We were small, we hit balls And now we shoot them Even our friends, we hurt Some old brothers disappointed me Often I lived it, I don't count the wounds Only on my weapon is the myth Now I protect my soul, my friend For nothing, it's smoking, we calm the myth Yeah, yeah, yeah Before we bury I will raise the weapons to the sky Find their flesh Take me, their mothers will cry tears Feet on the ground, my soul in hell Ready for the war, yeah Feet on the ground, my soul in hell Ready for the war, yeah On the beat, I have my ASICS To make love there in the illegal I don't tell you that we are the ASICS I know I can *** her in a Megan That you don't even love me, it pisses me off But it's the money that drives me crazy Love, land, in your pecan At all times, it can drown the crazy On the beat, I deflate Adrenaline in the vent, my thumb accelerates I hear the lightning strike, there is death calling me I already feel that it's time And I pat his lips When the girl says to me, baby, kiss me Only words, words And the one who talks the most is the one who kisses me Thanks for watching!