Lacrim 6 35

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(Feat Sch and Sadek)
[Intro: Sch]
Fack, mathafack
It's the S, Gotze
Number 19
Lacrim, Sadek, Kore
A.W.A the mafia
[Chorus: Sch]
I could count the purple tickets
Refré, I'm not saved yet
Mom told me Go home i got et except
Life is hard I see the bottom of the rre-vè
I have my 6.35 in jeans jeans
Jeans, jeans jeans, jeans jeans jeans
I have my 6.35 in jeans jeans
Jeans, jeans jeans jeans, jeans jeans jeans
I have my 6.35 in jeans
[Verse 1: Sch]
Puto I'm coming now, whore put on your heels
Lower your futal show me your talents
With your teeth long, I'm going to make you search for air in the water
And I I have the indelible stigmata
My chick is in the plant
The racli who sucks me doesn't feel her teeth anymore
Pd, I have Marseille on the raincoat able
Where are my scoundrels? I'm the indelible one, there's only Véléda
I said I'm going to fuck them, now I'm just putting my fingers in
I'm ready dark, I see everything dark
I'm in their near future, mathafack
[Chorus: Sch]
[Verse 2: Sadek]
Your full team of counterfeits does not cross the Italian border
I broke the tailbone of the Rap Game, send him for an MRI
Smoking or being smoked, for me it's all seen there's no dilemma
Because I'd rather it be your daughter who cries than mine
Rafaler, gust, cavalry, Ãndale, Ãndale
You have held the ground for so many years
Bsahtek the old one now you have to go
I have friends who were given
By their best friend or their big re-fré
You've never done anything
But at the same time you've never done anything
[Chorus: Sch]
[Verse 3: Lacrim]< br/>Most who speak are liars
I smoke weed, have you smelled it
For all my brothers who are incarcerated
Des Baumettes in Villepinte to Nanterre
You had no money and you dealt
You put all the stock in the shed
No more fighting, except in the cupboard
There's no nine millimeters for the hagar
Give me back my sorrel, arms long to the sky
I'm going to hell, a 4x4 in the sun
We don't is not far from the million
There's weed, coke from the drumstick
Fuck your mother for a Dom Pérignon
[Chorus: Sch]
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