LYRICS GAME

I'm Heuss the b*stard, you saw me in the VIP

I ain't even started, I won't go easy on you

In zone 6, the street, the real one

You can see us for real

You know we're solid

But don't get lost in zone 6, the street, the real one

I'm in the city, hitting the gas, check my salary, f*ck his mom

From Villeneuve to Gegen, Asnières, we've smashed every barrier

Banana kush is stuck in my thoughts

I just rake it in so I can spend it better

I'm gonna stay seated, gonna watch them dance

I pour another drink, roll a joint to hype myself up

Only sicarios

There ain't no wholesalers

Stop singing, come to zone 6

Only sicarios

There ain't no wholesalers

Stop singing

What comes out of the oven ain't bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

In the oven, it's not bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

I do, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do

I started my path with nobody really able to show it to me

At the foot of the Eiffel Tower with Audemars ice on my wrists

You video-call me to see if I really do what I say

Know that these folks will see the flashing lights pull up this summer

Come on, Warano, little swaying steps, you wanna give strength

You just gotta dance, the principal said

You just gotta work, the young African with a battered past

Hey vai você vai você Dona Maria, como vai você

The marks on backs can't be erased

Life's hard 'cause there's too many easy girls

La mano en toca de ello, de ello, de ello

Sostenerlo de la mano, mano, mano

Baby, that's life, life, life

Welcome to Paris-ris-ris

What comes out of the oven ain't bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

In the oven, it's not bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

I do, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do

Only sicarios

There ain't no wholesalers

Stop singing, come to zone 6

Only sicarios

There ain't no wholesalers

Stop singing

What comes out of the oven ain't bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

In the oven, it's not bread

I take life as it comes

It goes and it comes back

Think like a Colombian

I do, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt

I do, I do, I do dirt, dirt, I do, I do dirt, I do

I do dirt