I have the smile, as long as I don't lack banknotes I have a mouth, as long as I don't have cushions I also receive money unfillied, as they slime At the part-time job, it's well-to-do tyching was for the groow My job, it's better under pressure They make real money from thforty quark They baptize flames, they baptize beautiful women Under the sun of Satan, angels are a woman in Satan Or worse, in Satan, in the pool of bills The motto is too much paid, the peace can go strapped The crisis risks consuming the ghetto and its rejects The storm is always more vicious with those who have rejected The tokens, it comes, it goes, life is not a sheet of paper A long quiet river or a *** book, a sheet of paper The guys from England, all the scarlats look alike It's niquel, it seems to me, and in this maquillon we will die together The glory, we all want more or less a plot When I look in my mirror, the devil harasses me What makes the scarlats run? ***, evening and bifton, if the respect goes, it's party That's what makes the scarlats run *** and bifton What makes the scarlats run? ***, evening and bifton, if the respect goes, it's party That's what makes the scarlats run *** and bifton I fly the world like Tommy Hawk and the cocoons like Rocco Without irony, when you have life, a pair of coconuts in Rome My bags full of jokos, rock in the square of the heart Stogo in business, Krogo when you have to please Joche, the head dominates, fake my enemies Hang my trophies, my pockets, when I pass the enemies ***, power and biftons, that's it, there is no choice Nothing, the respect goes through there Roll with me and you will not regret anything Nothing but the bobotin of the good wine, never again in dog A big iron, chrome legs, every night I promise A good delirium, enthroned in the Dupain-Nam, full of all my Bifton, at Champs-Élysées, bifton, Saks-Fiston In my pink coat, it's to do everything, no need for bifton Easton, rap in black, please your son Boy, leave your little brother in the middle of the pistons Success goes through there, I saw it, my brothers trace it I would do anything for the voice, it goes on, it goes on No worries, except maybe the color of my tie I am as beautiful as a 50-year-old bill, that this mass of train It's going to become someone, my feet on the ground, my head is far In my street, it's not like before, everyone is my friend The world is mine and I have the bombs fired I don't worry about the fans, I already have my check fired It's A.L.P.O. and not the dreams of the stairs' cash The buffet, we are the sphere, my guy, I know, now you know What does it mean to run the stairs? What does it mean to run the stairs? ***, power and bifton, if the respect speaks That's what makes me run the stairs *** is more than that What does it mean to run the stairs? What does it mean to run the stairs? ***, power and bifton, if the respect speaks That's what makes me run the stairs When I focus on the mix and I express myself without complex XX or when the primary *** becomes explicit And I tell you it's spicy, it's like Tex-Mex To say it's a text deeper than the throat It will be said, it's the text In the pocket of the rex for sponsor What can turn the sphere apart from ***? And there we go out, no context And it's like in the first verse, you're a full guy When you make your plays, they are coupled, we have *** From Asia, we expose ourselves, *** like ecstasy, explode Here in the South, it's just like in Asia Tell me that my rap is vexed, put his *** More spandex, expose the effect The prose, more ***, until the excess, the lyrics, it's clear Money has no smell, my brother, but the woman has flair Jealousy erases envy like rust erases iron We will all go to heaven because this is hell No tac, just rings, you bistrat for the money Sac, drunk, each night, pack, state of bomb and cut Cap, respect, pass, the power to give me everything Me, the place that comes back to me, hot sun, Udanchi Hidden end, hidden in a hole, I'm the one who's angry Tear out of the zone all those who want to walk with me ***, power and pistons, that's it, there's no choice, my guy Respect goes through the air Qu'est-ce qui fait courir l'escalade Oh, qu'est-ce qui fait courir l'escalade Oh, qu'est-ce qui fait courir l'escalade Oh, qu'est-ce qui fait courir l'escalade Oh, oh � Qu'est-ce qui fait courir l'escalade Oh, oh � Qu'est-ce qui fait courir l'escalade