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(MA2S Prod, ah-ah, oh-oh) Tu crois qu'on a l'temps ou quoi? I.Z.I T'impressionneras pas Daenerys avec dragon de Komodo Rafale en plein barbecue, pas l'temps d'retourner l'tournedos Baisser les bras au combat final, jamais, oh no, no, no Des fois, la formation passe mal, j'ai l'semi-auto dans l'auto Génération Ill, impacts de balles forment mon logo Tu t'es réveillé en enfer, t'es mort pendant qu'tu faisais dodo Si j'lui offre trop de sacs Chanel, cette chienne m'appellera: "Mon coco" Bannir l'nom "Mohamed", c'est insulter tout l'Morocco Starting from trafic to cash enough for life I never give up, keep my dreams alive I know some haters, they want me to die But it's all good though, cause they not gonna sly I know the shorty that come with the bread Now I get head without asking for head She say I'm cute but I used to be "laid" Sal lajan, now they callin' me "belle" Bitch I got it, come and get it Don't just lick it, get up on it Sal-exclusive, white explosives Pour some liquor, light the swisher For young Haitians in a Chevy With dreams to get bigger paper For young Haitians rollin daddy With sticks searching for the caper The money, the coke and the gang (Oh-oh) She fuck and she sucking for fame And I love it, and I'm willing to pay just to fuck her brain You know they say that cash is king She told me I can do my thing I dropped her ass off to the hood So the homies can do their thing (Bitch) T'impressionneras pas Daenerys avec dragon de Komodo (No) Rafale en plein barbecue, pas l'temps d'retourner l'tournedos ('nedos) Baisser les bras au combat final, jamais, oh no, no, no (No, no, no) Des fois, la formation passe mal, j'ai l'semi-auto dans l'auto Génération Ill, impacts de balles forment mon logo Tu t'es réveillé en enfer, t'es mort pendant qu'tu faisais dodo Si j'lui offre trop de sacs Chanel, cette chienne m'appellera: "Mon coco" Bannir l'nom "Mohamed", c'est insulter tout l'Morocco (Drags) Bitch, I was in the streets with a green card, thuggin' you Think I give a fuck about the cops? If they watchin'? They gon' do their job, I'm gon' do mine They gon' need a warrant, to come inside I'm gon' get ghost, take a trip to Morocco Lay low for six months then come back with more dope New name, new block, with a new ZIP code New house, new car, with a new freak hoe I'm a gangsta and I don't love her Thought I told you on my last song She keep callin' my phone I'm not gonna pick up for that bouzin I'm a pirate on a mission, ready to kill the competition I'm a bastard with a MAC We could not get him, we whacked his cousin These niggas be stealin' my slang They claimin' they Sal, when they're not Stupid bitch runnin' her mouth until I fed it up with white This little nigga actin' hard, they claimin' Sal, they claimin' Wa But when he died, there was only his momma cryin' by his side T'impressionneras pas Daenerys avec dragon de Komodo Rafale en plein barbecue, pas l'temps d'retourner l'tournedos Baisser les bras au combat final, jamais, oh no, no, no Des fois, la formation passe mal, j'ai l'semi-auto dans l'auto Génération Ill, impacts de balles forment mon logo Tu t'es réveillé en enfer, t'es mort pendant qu'tu faisais dodo Si j'lui offre trop de sacs Chanel, cette chienne m'appellera: "Mon coco" Bannir l'nom "Mohamed", c'est insulter tout l'Morocco
Writer(s): Booba, Daniel Toussaint, Sylvain Montmasson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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