[Plus rien - Kaaris/ English lyrics]

[Intro]
Every day is a bitch, you fuck her or you give up
Only natural no chemicals in our diets
Strapped in the jungle, fatigues, protect the resine
Hefty it's the I.C. the country the origin

[1st verse]
In view of the gun, your tears are gonna flow
You're gonna laugh less when your blood, we're gonna drink
Here no more grade schooler, we want the key of the jailer
We want the cash of the boss, we want fat bitches with collar
Big fish to steal you, swim back up the river in backstrocke
9-3 to assist me hmmmm kick in the calfs
One hoe a bit naught, two hoe very naughty
They all get wet thinking about the idea of brushing the crazy isolated shooter
I've forgot to prey, I've forgot again sorry
My big muzzled choose shrood in mausoleum
From the morning : the balls sticked to one another
We're already see cartridge cases flying
Your pussy is soliciting us, she stinks we already controled her
My groupuscule is already enrolled, you apply for snitching on us
Look at my capsule taking off, your testicles tumbling down
I dazzle from behind your shutters, your shining like a will-o'-the-wisp
Your last candles, blow them, my Uzi is hotheaded
[Chorus]
Stoppage time, huge volley
Traditionnal meal, fried alloco or ndolé
On your rough lips, sarakolé cum
Wait for it to dry, don't touch, let it stick
Nothing surprises me anymore, Nothing chocks me anymore
Make a fuss about it or draw the Glock?
For a few grams, few kilos
Coke, crack, 2,7,0

[2nd verse]
You recognize my signe cob, ring
Siliconed, g-string, we fuck her, there really ain't no intrigue
I'm french by the crime, finger on on the doorbell, dring
The strap is in the spleen, ice you like air con
The countertop is clean, not even a speck of dust
Dirty bitch you imagining things, dirty like your intimate wash
The monkey live in the ruins, I'm Darwin's nightmare
Dry your tears stay retain your dignity, as if it wasn't enough that you'll die in a slim-fit trousers
I'm moving closer to the summit, I'm moving closer to the abyss
I got the bar and the file, green paper like the mile
Front kick at every rhymes, bim, bim
Listen to the sound of my dream, bling, bling
Weed dime bag in the jean, inspection from chicken wings
They all are blue eyes like Marine, I throw at them the car registration document and the aïn
4 steaks: protein, Wolverine's strenth
Neat Whisky, codein, it ain't Mesrine it's Me(s)rine
[Chorus]
Stoppage time, huge volley
Traditionnal meal, fried alloco or ndolé
On your rough lips, sarakolé cum
Wait for it to dry, don't touch, let it stick
Nothing surprises me anymore, Nothing chocks me anymore
Make a fuss about it or draw the Glock?
For a few grams, few kilos
Coke, crack, 2,7,0

[Outro]
2.7.Z.E.R.O. bruh
K Double A A.K.A. Talsadoum
R.G.T. Bizon Miky