Produced By: >The double R is bi-color
My nigga, my nigga
The double R is bi-color
My nigga, my nigga
I don't cooperate under the pain
I'm so far away, in the black, very black leases, tah illuminati
I'll put it on you until the ge-gor as if I kissed Mimie Mathy
They are all collaborators in the industry, I'm in the maquis
I have the 06 in John Rambo, my assault tank in the parking valet
They They're going to burn candles, they're going to burn candles
I'm lighting a cigar, a big one
I'm going to smoke them, smoke them, smoke them
Like in the streets of Chicago
I have the formula, their pupils dilate
No need to go to Trivago
I hid my pirate loot
Between Key West and Key Largo
br/>You die or you walk
Beat the balls to climb the stairs
My team lets the masses fall
Ball in the pins to make the masks fall
LVMH, LVMH
Nard-Bé Arnault, mucho dinero, yo, te amo
[Chorus]
I have Al Pacino at my back
Put the bags in the Merco and get in behind
Do you think it's a game? It's war war
The first word will be the last
[Verse 2]
I wouldn't be here without all my niggas
I'll smoke you like 100,000 euros
My specialty: slide it up their ass better than Candeloro
I screwed the game... We don't hear that much mouth
I lost my sure kho in combat, I will never mourn it
Brazza, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga
LVMH, don't give a damn about going up the stairs
My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, my nigga
Nard-Bé Arnault, mucho dinero, yo , you love
We carry our balls, you carry your eye
My wad of notes doesn't fit in a wallet
I won't take it in my coffin
Nine millimeters when I close my eye
In Ferragamo in the last game
Private jet to Mexico for a tacos
They only fill the Bataclan
Their fan base fits in the glove box
[Chorus 2]
I have Al Pacino behind me
Put the bags in the Merco and get in behind
Where there are the most niggas, it's Mother Earth
My first word will be the last
[Verse 3]
I lost khos and the ûdu
I weigh like the 6 figures of the Lottery
A few niggas on the ground, it only took one motorcycle
J 'am a braquo you're a minor offense
Whoever I wage war on will have to die
I'm paro like Teddy Riner
I'm under your balcony like Val Kilmer
[Outro]
You'll have to kill me
You'll have to, you'll have to kill me
You'll have to kill me, you'll have to kill me
You'll have to kill me, you'll have to kill me kill, you will have to kill me...
Nard-Bé Arnault, mucho dinero, yo, te amo
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