Mr.
Sguarding.
I'm not a country boy, I'm a country boy
Amélie
My only worries are counting beef and smoking good tobacco
I don't drink football but all I want is to buy land for my dad
20-22-22 as soon as the blues are in the parishes
I'm a jerk, but not just any jerk
Negro, I'm incomparable
Very, very dark, yeah, yeah, very, very dark
I shoot birds, I * you, I'm not very dark
I don't ask myself questions,
money is what's good
I'm fresh from December to December,
yeah,
I've got the flow,
four seasons
I struggle to survive,
no,
don't talk to me about the future The
past with my Baftou and my Arab futures
I've been charbonning,
charbonning all day,
I took what I wasn't given And for Dodo,
I count all the victories I accumulate
We'll always have your back
Even if you're given conditions
You want me to invite you to a fancy restaurant
Okay, but there's one condition
I'm gonna eat you up, don't worry
I'm not taking off all your underwear
I'm gonna slap your ass, I love it so much
Yes, I'm a real boy
But you're on the right track, I'm a Vinci
Hey, man, that's sick
I'm on the wrong track, you wanna follow me?
Impossible
Yeah, I'm in a limousine
With my chick, I'm wearing black glasses
Luxury coat, wristband
But you don't compare us
La cintra auricule
Okay, Saint Thomas
I wrote this verse seven months ago My girl says,
teach me I only have guys,
I'm Saint Thomas Saint Thomas,
hey baby,
you gotta calm down Long kiki in a ball,
man I can invite you to the ball,
but I prefer to shave my hair,
okay I don't smell it,
but when you have nothing,
you can smell it I'm always on the side,
so don't look for me,
bro It's not the same level,
* * I wrote all my verses in
my cell phone I have a message to convey
Hello, DJ
Mom, thank you, I'm pretty, baby, like Jameli
We don't know how to say sorry, nor please
I have easy money,
but that doesn't mean I don't deserve it
We're going to Kikinu,
in a Balmain or in a Versace jeans
If I see the target in front of me,
I won't miss it
You're the girl, I was seen in your t-shirt
Your girl doesn't like you,
bro,
go get me the night of the Guitardist
Come see that it's possible,
your career is horrible
Like Ozzy's face, we can't have fun too
Nibba, where's the package?
In the north,
we're necklaces Here we dance the Poli,
brother,
you're the best
With Odin,
I'm your man,
little girl,
you don't feel good Sorry,
I have to shave your hair,
since we stream,
I'm not the same
Abba,
I'm the best,
it's family,
I'm the one who's going to eat your hair I'm going to catch you,
you're banned,
you're dead,
you don't know how to live