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Unique verse : I’m from the jungle, call me Mowgli I’ve got good quality hash, I don’t have any bad quality hash When I was young I would chop up half a kilo No friends, I was like Rémi In the 94 or in Paris In my zoo you know the dri-i-ill I drink hatred in the VIP section Try me and I’ll f**k you up-up-up I’m a lengend in your hoo-ood We come trough, we pistol whip you, we shoot you You’re my enemy, I’m laughing I’ll burn you up, I’ll light you out, I’ll p*ss on you Red eyes in the city I get all the the junkies high, high Like a demon, you see ? I’ll slice you up then walk away like Chuky Tonight I’m with a brunette I’ll f**k her and forget about her then crack me open a blonde Yeah I’m navigating in the fog I’m worst than a Bomb I get busted, D4 D5, D2, I know the building By the way suck my d**k you dog If I ever get knocked, I don’t give a sh*t about your judgement We’ll get a life sentence anyways That’s what happen when you refuse to be a sheep On week ends I don’t party I talk to god, I press the button I want to feel free Today I’ll rap shirtless I’m raging like in Palestine And like the strongest eat the most I pull out the gala gala Be careful ass hole, we’ll brea-a-ake you Oungawawawawa Weight the drugs in the ca-a-a-ve Homie, no orgasm Exept for those b*t*hes that move around At the age of playing fifa I would get by by cutting up twelve grams Don’t swear on your mother’s life You think you like me ? Time will do Life, a sour taste I add some sugar to it with a pair of gloves I tell my father that I don’t have a choice Somebody probably cast a curse spell on us I’m here to put on a show, what ? I sing my hatred to them and they clap me Homie, I’m aiming for the goal so much Since little I’m a camper I’m always waiting on a pass Smiling like Cristophe Lambert I keep telling all these Arabic b*t*hes That the streets don’t give birth to any Thomas I sold a million bars of hash A million views, I don’t know what that’s like, as*h**e I won’t bring out the stolen motocross Where did you ever see anybody make money off that sh*t I’m always hustling you know it I sell it to feed the fam’ Hardcore from the start The vocoder doesn’t make me anymore tender I roll me up a blunt real late The wind is the only thing that sweeps my ashes What did you expect ? That I would start rapping, that I would go “Lalala” ? f**k you, I’m not gangsta I leave that sh*t to these other cowa-a-ards Call me AD bro Made in TZ, Homie I want my cheque Homie wallah it’s ugly Like a golddiger that makes you buy a bottle for her Homie, get your fangs out, around here we won’t bring nothing to your mouth, hein At the end like Ringo, we d**k ride each other for the cheque, hein The inside of the fridge is empty, hein Merlich, as long as there’s the little brother’s desert Your Mcs are hashtag fake, hein You’ll pray for them to free us Homie I don’t like rap I only do it because there might be a pay cheque It’s just a hustle like an other, you eat, you get the hell away and then they forget about you Homie, I talk to you about the struggle in a jail cell, a stick of hash in a Gauloise f**k the recession, the same way I’ll f**k you up if you owe me money Admit it, there’s nothing to see, and you don’t want to see the futur Because over here is dark, and Iblis has us all dancing Don’t come around us acting like a thug Wallah we won’t aim for your knees No need to be a billionaire, we don’t care to know if you can or can’t see the evil spirits
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