Cage
Ozhora Miyagi
A shooter for execution (Tah-tah-tah)
All black, just for rehearsals
Hello sir how are you ? (Wow)
How do you want it cooked?
Right, big, will be the cooking
We are too bre-som (We are too bre-som)
You know the bopé (Ah)
It’s a skull on the badge
Hooded, hooded, that suits me
African like Dadis Camara
In front of the goals like Henri Camara (Boom)
I scared all my classmates
Are you a good girl? Ah, I’m an army corps (Ah)
You drink sperm like soda, I’m armed like a soldier every day, it’s 9.3.2.7 not Minnesota
And if there’s a problem, tell me
And I have my curls, end of the month
It’s often the people you love who lie to you
I only miss my big brother
And if there’s a problem, tell me
And I’m curled up at the end of the month
It’s often the people you love who lie to you
I only miss my big brother
(The shooters)
One shooter (Yeah), two shooters (Yeah) three shooters (Yeah) approaching (Boom)
Headlights off on target, bang, bang, bang, bang, RIP
All in black (Yeah), the hood (Yeah), all in black (Yeah) without the gloves (Wow)
The charger (Boom) it’s full, bang, bang, bang, bang, RIP
It’s Ali Baba and the forty moyibis
It’s Kayembe the tenacious one and the eleven cartridges
There’s no point looking for us, you know we’re everywhere
You know we’re everywhere, boo-boo-boo
I was told: “That’s good, keep it up”
“Don’t worry about jealous people, they’re big bitches”
We are Broly and Frieza (Uh-huh)
In front of us, well, there are Krillin and Yamcha
We grew up, wesh (Wesh)
Tell the elders we grew up, wesh (Wesh)
That we’re all armed (Boo-boo-boo)
We grew up, wesh (Wesh)
Head of family, head of gang, head of project, head of business
Just for the sake of the girl we disguise ourselves (Wow)
Ca-ca-cop hood for disguise
One hundred thousand euros for a disbursement (Tah-tah-tah)
And if there’s a problem, tell me
And I’m curled up at the end of the month
It’s often the people you love who lie to you
I only miss my big brother
And if there’s a problem, tell me
And I’m curled up at the end of the month
It’s often the people you love who lie to you
I only miss my big brother
(The shooters)
One shooter (Yeah), two shooters (Yeah) three shooters (Yeah) approaching (Boom)
Headlights off on target, bang, bang, bang, bang, RIP
All in black (Yeah), the hood (Yeah), all in black (Yeah) without the gloves (Wow)
The charger (Boom) it’s full, bang, bang, bang, bang, RIP
They want to eat my meal
I’m wearing a hood on Europe 1
Religion as a benchmark
I look at my enemies who are retreating
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