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Poutine

[Couplet unique]
Hey, I'm sedated, I'm smokin' weed in front of Call of Duty
Cause I did my six digits of the month
She didn't even have my dick, that bitch
She even says that she has a kid from me
I have weight on my back, back
And I know the demons are watchin' me
Hand on their ass, we do the dirty
Like your dad, I have so many dark circles
The CRS cars, the idiots in prison
No vacancy, my wife'll have her mink
Fuck your grandma, such is your ambition
For pennies I'll kill bison with my hands
Tell 'em Belek, under the rain bullets, the Harba tselek
My pair of shoes, 940 dollars
For the underage who need parental consent
Bro, even Thai comes from the routine
Let's go taste Chives in Poutine
Fat, I see myself at the beach
The bros that avenge me have their bros hostage
You know that a bullet says the truth, you deserve whatever comes at you
Fuck your mom, I'm a VIP, first class on Emirates
I touch 'em, I steal purple notes
Like Parisians, Marseillais and Lyonnais1
Improved 4.0, it's expected that the acts, there is no point in meowing
I don't fucking care to know if you're good
'Sch' is the rifle, 'rimkus' is the shotgun
Some gaps to fill
I'll leave my heritage, I continue to mate
Far from Buddhas, always a Kishta
I stay away from myths that talk tons about chicas
Chabbar Eddie, it's fucking on the job, there's no credit, credit
Their moms, I'm fed up, I'm comfortable
Kore and Belek is Neymar-Suarez
The projects were designed in Bucharest
Cold, we don't give a fuck about your caresses
No more laziness, let go of the leash
They'll say they threw us off the cliff
We're too brown, you know we fuck 'em
Number one, they'll all have awkwardness
Hey, hey, hey Lacrim
History writes itself and I'm the one with the pen
I fuck 'em, it's the street, there's no philosophy teacher
 
[Outro]
Whatever we tell you, I'll scold 'em
All my little ones run after the cops
We make money, my bro, I'm prowlin'
You talk about me, you're nothing but a son of...
There are weapons, men who kill for us
I'm at a restaurant, you're making a big difference
There are sons of whores who to would like to see death
I bring my son to Monte Carlo
You know that weapons are better than silence
Too much for the throne, bring back the couch
From money to fame, it's a hallucination
Since every kid is eating cement
 
  • 1. People from Paris, Marseilles, and Lyon.
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