One, two, three, four Do you remember me? I killed your family And now I'm going to kill you too I made your brother bleed I made your father scream And I made your mother say those things she said to me She said do with me what you want but please don't hurt my family Don't hurt my family Take my pride, take my life, take my body but don't take the ones that are close to me Oh, do with me what you want but please don't hurt my family Don't hurt my family Take my pride, take my life, take my body but don't take the ones that I love And I continued without mercy So I looked into your eyes and I saw the reflection Of a coward you and I both hate very much And then I grabbed the knife And I let the blood out of your throat And I smashed those tiny mirrors inside of your skull And I got to thinking that If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven If I don't go to hell when I die I might go to heaven Might go to heaven But probably not

Ehhh! Mister Fiang le way le yamo Ehhh fiang le way le yamo Wé wé wé (Ramzy Bad things with you) Laisse moi te do les mauvais ways ce soir Petite lumiere pour habiller le noir Laisse moi te chose que je peux te faire A mon toucher tu verras que Super man n'a pas de pouvoir Te faire ressentir les courbes de ton corps Je veux valoriser chacun de ses decors Un peu doux un peu fort pour que tu sois d'accord Mes doigts agiront un peu comme si Céline Dion chantait sur un son hardcore Je perds pas trop mon temps Je laisse ça dans le temps Je te fais quitter la terre en restant Nkol eton Faut pas que tu t'étonnes Des touchées j'en ai des tonnes Car XXX confirme que t'es la bien et la bonne Laisse moi t'explorer au millimètre Ton body s'élève, le mien joue le maître Te faire des mauvaises choses qui ont lieu d'être car meme l'indiscipline a ses règles Ouais deposer sur toi Comme un bic sur une feuille Maitriser dans les segments comme un billet dans un portefeuille Beaucoup de bad things qu'on essayera Le genre de bad way qu'on do mais qu'on ne regrette pas (babe) Si je suis un toxico mon bébé ce soir t'es ma cigarette Si je suis un alcoolique je te consommerai comme un casier de bières Si je suis Samuel Eto'o ce soir tu seras ma Georgette Bébé ton corps là me rend bête My baby, I wanna do some bad things with you My baby, I wanna do some bad things with you My baby, I wanna do some bad things with you My baby, I wanna do some bad things with you Some bad things with you (Ehhhh) Dieu nous a laissé ce monde Et toutes les belles choses qu'il y'a dedans dedans dedans Pour moi tu en fais partie Et pour en user faut être prudent Te faire ressentir de toutes les couleurs Des images de pluie et de beau temps Un melange de plusieurs choses Car c'est l'arc en ciel qui a le plus beau temps Réfléchis et penses à ce moment Uniquement XXX moi je sais comment Te combler je serai aussi rapide que doucement Inexplicable comme une vérité qui ment Donne moi juste le laissez aller je ferai mal l'son pour te comprendre Si cest dans le langage du corps, la tienne n'a pas beaucoup à apprendre Je vais te faire l'amour comme les ondes XXX XXXXXX XXXX XXXXX XXX Comme les XXX je vais couler sur toi, te faire ressentir le way je sais que je te amor Si je suis un toxico mon bébé ce soir t'es ma cigarette Si je suis un alcoolique je te consommerai comme un casier de bières Si je suis Samuel Eto'o ce soir tu seras ma Georgette Bébé ton corps là me rend bête My baby, I wanna do some bad things with you My baby, I wanna do some bad things with you My bab, I wanna do some bad things with you My baby, I wanna do some bad things with you Some bad things with you (Ehhhh) Fiang le way le yamo A.K.A Boss El Bad boy Eh oh Eh oh Si je suis jokeR alors tu es ma harleY

Ant Chamberlain, that's a hunnid points Aw, yeah, yeah I be alone when I ride through the city, I really don't fuck with you niggas I put the Rollie on to pass time, I really can't count every minute She want me to love her, I tell her I can't, 'cause baby I ran out of feelings I told her I'll pull up on her 'bout an hour, I'm busy, I'm handling business Let's have a sit-down, how you feeling? 'Cause, bae, we ain't talk in a minute You already knowin' that I ain't the typе to run after if you walk away I had to cut her off to get thе bread right, never tell 'em it's never too late I had to hustle hard to get here, baby, so I can't give you the time of day That's why I be alone when I ride through the city 'cause I can't put trust in nobody I'm strapped up with a big Glock and I'll use it, I ain't really fucked up about it I used to pull up in a Honda Accord, fuck around, pull up on you in a Masi' These days, two bad hoes and they wan' have them a three-way (aw, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm pushin' two hundred miles on the dash on the freeway, yeah She wan' hear DeeBaby on the radio, tell the DJ, yeah She say, "Put that bitch on one more time on replay," yeah She say, "Sing to me," I say, "Baby, I got you, it's easy" (aw, yeah, yeah, yeah) She say she wan' me to fuck her with my chains on She say, "I know I'm not, but I need you to fuck me like your main one" But I can't do that Plug just hit my phone and said the work in but I can't go back I done came too far just to throw it all away, I'm really turnin' down racks Heart hurt bad, baby, it ain't no love Car crash, spinnin' out of control, can't take no more, I'm numb Mud baby, yeah, don't want no love, I want my drugs Heart racing, in the trap, I'm counting up my funds (aw, yeah, yeah, yeah) Say I'll know you better within time But 'til then, no, you can't be you and I And don't you ever tell me to find Man we grown, you know I can't read your mind I be alone when I ride through the city, I really don't fuck with you niggas I put the Rollie on to pass time, I really can't count every minute She want me to love her, I tell her I can't, 'cause, baby, I ran out of feelings I told her I'll pull up on her 'bout an hour, I'm busy, I'm handling business Let's have a sit-down, how you feeling? 'Cause, bae, we ain't talk in a minute You already knowin' that I ain't the type to run after if you walk away I had to cut her off to get the bread right, never tell 'em it's never too late I had to hustle hard to get here, baby, so I can't give you the time of day Aw, yeah, yeah, yeah