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Toka

[Verse 1]
From dawn to dusk, we’re down there in your hall
A dark crew, black gloves: that’s my clique
Paris is Hogwarts,
Medellin is magical
I’m not the one who is dancing,
It’s my demons stirring me up
I’d recognize you, I recognize you traitor
It goes back and forth, it starts again in a club
In the morning the sun comes up for every one
In the morning the BAC ** comes up only for you
If you try me, you’ll wake up rather early
Buying some bullets and emptying the cartridge, it feels good
I didn’t become a wolf to end up as a dog
Yeah, come on, old-timer, eat as much as you have teeth for
When life gives us a cuts, it’s high fashion
We accept what’s coming next under two grams of coke
The game's up, no one's talking about women
No one's talking about running away,
Find me some 9mm bullets
I’m half Bakyl, half Calabria
Two dragons behind me when you’re not around
The gun is loaded, step aside I’m about to pull the trigger
Pass me some of that thingy, I do it like in Guatemala
I’ve already entrusted everything to my brother
Don’t spit out the names of the dead,
Without remorse you burn
The regrets of a life, the tears of a man will never flow like the cries of a woman
Fianso
 
[Refrain]
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
 
[Verse 2]
Know that I just need a spoon to escape
We’ll get out of here by cutting through the wire netting
Raiders of freight and of sorting offices
It doesn’t smell like a Christmas tree, it reeks of a clutch
At this time it’s tense, we’re not leaving our towns
You haven’t seen my face, don’t take a pic of me
Go fuck your mother, that’s exactly four words
Bring out the quad exhaust, go fast in a batmobile
Kader is out, grim racketeer
We don’t betray the honda, man, you’re cracked
I arrive in your club to sing for an hour
When leaving I recover all that you’ve spent
Whether to take of her jeans
Or to keep her nails on
Before Fianso, you’ll see that she won’t say no
Broken reverse gear, I aimed at the Harki
The bullet which has gone out won’t come back into the canon
I rap about my lifestyle as long as there’s some flow still left
Big bro, I struck, I took 28 plots
I’m in the dream team,
I’m taking back my bonus
At the time of your crime, I took your Hublot
I don’t know how to say farewell, I don’t know how to say “I love you”
The demon is out, I’m no longer holding back: run!
Regrets kill me, memories get the better of me
At night I call my father when I’m stuffed
Fianso
 
[Refrain]
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
The crew is armed with tokas
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
Algiers, Paris, Bagdad
 
[Outro]
Ish, ish
Ish, ish
Ish, ish
Ish, ish
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ish, ish
Ish, ish
Ish, ish
Ish, ish
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
 
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