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N-N-NLS Productions
Sheesh, sheesh
Shoutout to the white city, dog
L.A.2.R.Y, boy, han-han
Sheesh, sheesh
One-two, one-two, when we enter the club, it's dead
I'm into dirty business, things you don't have, little brat
No big shots, only uncles who come and spoil your plans
End of them, end of the competition in an ambush
Alpha, Beta, Omega, white city is pulling ahead
We give white when everything is black, your sister in dirty stories
The girl is cool but a bit sketchy, she smells like shit
You're not the only one she touches, she's on all the shits like flies
We speak very little, silence is golden, we work and they sleep
I travel miles and distances
No one stops me when I overflow
So I have a GDP, I come back from the Netherlands
Rolex on my wrist, even the detective inspector is impressed
I fill the bags, I don't do it for him to buy
Anyway, it either works or it breaks, it's either the Brabus or the bars
The pot that pops, pops with competition, good weed so small head
The house of Roosevelt, like Michael, who's bad?
Full black, seeds and yeah, it's old, it's hits in the hood
Kush is fat, me, I have, me, I have ASP, let the tales come quickly
It's all dirty, pray to God, forgive me for that
I have to do the prayer
Salad dealer, immersed in the forbidden
We do things, we do stuff
We do beastly things, stuff
You play the actress, it's an actor
He breaks his chip, he has no card
Pirates only have cash
When you hear 'crr', you give the cash
It's not the cops, no, it's the hood
It's in our streets, we're the sh*t
Roll of paper, game of rummy, I'm in the all-terrain Touareg
Hang up the call, load a team, we won't aim for the kidneys
Immediate reply, fill the magazine, if the boys laugh
And there are no brakes, there's nothing funny
In a swamp, there's your body floating, it's your end
I pay for your assassination, I'm the one who pays for the roses
No German fiancée, the whole hood dreams of a Rolls
F*ck all your dead and all your trendy rappers
The one from our place, she's the good one
The one who refills the gas canisters, 'good ones'
Tinted windows, only 212s in the spot
No troubles, everyone has schemes, I'm not a kid anymore
We're violent when we have less than others
Whether you're the good one or the other one, I'll piss on your ass, my friend
I remember when I struggled, bring your whole hood, they'll crawl
The homie is a snitch until one o'clock, on the field, you miss out on clients
It's F1, f*ck the far-right, only burnt heads under the influence
We're the scumbags of the neighborhood, we're the craziest
And because I woke up before them, they're jealous
I wasted time hanging out in the trap with the crew
I had no money, no one wanted me
Rejected from the club, today, I do showcases
One, I don't act like a top guy, two, it's my destiny
Three, I want a rooftop and four, it's my 'grr-pah'
We rap, we fail, we start over
When I make mistakes, I remember them
Your lips lie to me but not your retina
You don't even know where it comes from
They're worse, it's not even better
What are you complaining about? You have your whole family
Look further, it's famine
I'm gonna slap you, that's for sure
You only respond under threat
You only act tough under a mix
We do things, we do stuff
We do beastly things, stuff
You play the actress, it's an actor
He breaks his chip, he has no card
Pirates only have cash
When you hear 'crr', you give the cash
It's not the cops, no, it's the hood
It's in our streets, we're the sh*t
Roll of paper, game of rummy, I'm in the all-terrain Touareg
Hang up the call, load a team, we won't aim for the kidneys
Immediate reply, fill the magazine, if the boys laugh
And there are no brakes, there's nothing funny
In a swamp, there's your body floating, it's your end
I pay for your assassination, I'm the one who pays for the roses
No German fiancée, the whole hood dreams of a Rolls
F*ck all your dead and all your trendy rappers
The one from our place, she's the good one, the one who refills the gas canisters, 'good ones'
Tinted windows, only 212s in the spot
No troubles, everyone has schemes, I'm not a kid anymore
We're violent when we have less than others
Whether you're the good one or the other one, I'll piss on your ass, my friend
I pay for your assassination, I'm the one who pays for the roses
No German fiancée, the whole hood dreams of a Rolls
F*ck all your dead and all your trendy rappers
The one from our place, she's the good one, the one who refills the gas canisters, 'good ones'
Tinted windows, only 212s in the spot
No troubles, everyone has schemes, I'm not a kid anymore
We're violent when we have less than others
Whether you're the good one or the other one, I'll piss on your ass, my friend
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