Call me Swing Popotin or Mr. Chin-Chin The one who washes rhymes and art in clean-clean *** machine like James Brown Frost lights up like Foxy Brown Meeting every week, it'll be Hebdo Darling, your shirt looks like Zepeda I'm not *** symbol, baby, I don't have an abdomen But make me happy, shake the bottom of your back Swing Popotin Popo, you know what we want Even if you do too much, make your bo-bo move Balls in front of me, it's okay Make us your balls, bang boogie baby I replace one for my clique All my crazy bullies, I assure you that I apply Do you know Dance Boogie? If you bite, it will be more than perfect And then we'll see if you like it, yeah You have to apply, so move your bang bang You have to panic, so take our bang bang It's for the guys who mate For the women who flirt You have to apply, so move your bang bang You have to panic, so take our bang bang It's for the guys who mate For the women who flirt We have the thing to agree with you The thing that rings, the pearl that speaks To all the people From the hottest woman to the most stuck Driver vibe, that's what I have to announce It's for the lazcars, yes, it's the rest of the bandit It's for the beautiful faces of women with well-bound buttocks It's for the big boobs, big buttocks, big buttocks, big buttocks Something to make you sick, something to make you poof Come on, little boo, mini, be comfortable Promise, we'll be sweet, choupi, you have to like it Move all your stuff on the floor When you tremble, I tremble too Move like in a clip, if you want me to die I'm your bobo, my dear, put me on embers And drink all my baby cancer You know how we do, yeah You have to apply, so move your bang bang You have to panic, so take our bang bang It's for the guys who mate For the women who flirt For the big boobs, big buttocks, big buttocks, big buttocks You have to apply, so move your bang bang You have to panic, so take our bang bang It's for the guys who mate For the women who flirt For the big boobs, big buttocks, big buttocks, big buttocks All I want, go, is for you to move your bobo You know what you need, even deep in my low If it stays between us, it's perfect But what we want, no secret, you know it I'll send the same words, whether you're Vanilla or Choco I cause for my clique, my sluts and my gogos Tonight, from Paris to Bombay A movement, coucou, for drivers, if you please You saw the job we do, we're lucky Even better than being a jury at the Miss France election So come here, on the track There's going to be sport, like Maris style I'm the masseur, move your buttocks Under a popotin, with a heavy sound Wide like a hippopotamus I gesticulate, baby, I mate you In front of the Lascars, maximum of Audimat You have to apply, so move your bang bang You have to panic, so take our bang bang It's for the men who mate us, for women who blate us For popotin, patata, poto, poto, pota You have to apply, so move your bang bang You have to panic, so take our bang bang It's for the men who mate us, for women who blate us For popotin, patata, poto, poto, pota You have to apply, so move your bang bang You have to panic, so take our bang bang It's for the men who mate us, for women who blate us For popotin, patata, potot potota You have to apply, so move your bang bang You have to panic, so take our bang bang It's for the men who mate us, for women who blate us For popotin, patata, poto potota