Glasses on the nose, I try to pass incognito On the B, I see what's stupid and the comical I see a girl pass by, I might not see her twice When I see her, I take my best way Good or what? You live in the corner or what? I saw you pass by and your ball makes me romantic Piece He makes light calls, when he moves from left to right I have to react Because she's a thug She's the girl who has a lot of principles I let her go, I go back to my beef In the evening I see her on YouTube, now she's the one who insists She's the one who insists, she's the one who insists Yeah yeah She's a thug The bottom of the roof is well pumped She's a thug Everyone wants to handle her She's a thug She just wants to look at me But I pump She's a thug, she's a thug It's been four years I have to go home When I can't go home alone, I tell my friends It's about doing a show It's been five years I'm still not at home It's been six years, I'm not even tired And there will be an hour, follow me Never without my Kamas, never without my friends Never without my Kuglo Never, never Who do you have for the coco? Who do you have for the table? Who do you have for the telo? If you're beautiful, good girl, honey, give me your number You, you look a lot like Amber Have you already posted your love story? I remember You don't want to get fired, so just in case So when you look at me, you want to know if I get your term The girl is sweet, the negro is rude It's going to stick, you have the opposite satire The drug is sweet, the tonka is hard Every job brings me closer to space, I want to end up in his bed Yeah yeah She's a thug The bottom of the roof is well pumped She's a thug Everyone wants to handle her She's a thug She just wants to look at me But I pump She's a thug, she's a thug It's been four years I have to go home No, I can't go home alone, beautiful girls in the pot It's about making a show It's been five years I'm still not at home It's been six years, I'm not even tired And there will be a tour, follow me She's a thug The bottom of the roof is well pumped She's a thug The negro is rude She's a thug The bottom of the roof is well pumped But I pump She's a thug, she's a thug The top of the roof is well pumped The water of my rage goes back to the well You're a thug, maybe we'll meet again soon I emptied my balls for your gift She's a thug The bottom of the roof is well pumped She's a thug Everyone wants to manage her She's a thug She just wants to look at me But I pump She's a thug, she's a thug It's been four years I have to go home No, I can't go home alone, beautiful girls in the pot It's about making a show She's a thug It's been five years I'm still not at home It's been six years, I'm not even tired And there will be a tour, follow me She's a thug