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My pop group
Standing looks like a bag
You want your stuff, I have nothing for you son
Handle yourself, write 10 bars of anything
br/>Sing and shut up, I hate it
Alter the concept so as not to distort
I hired 5 toxics, reformed
Cuts everyone bowls
Dressed like rags
Piss in the chnouf, sniff
Avoid slaps thanks to numbers
Sing like the Beatles and you're off and running és
People love to hear the voices of the guys who have shouted
Not demanding and I'm broader than a Grimaldi
2 good Jenlains and no royalty checks
br/>Breath vomited in a group? re-beaten women
Only my group can do them
Opportunistic, huh, no
Smart in my decisions
The public likes to see these doormats on TV vision
I take advantage of it, why not me
My job, polluting the airwaves
With the losers in my neighborhood
Gamani Production doesn't flop
And put the money back into Hip-Hop
I have no face
Hold it, if it's rotten, it's Gamani