(doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah Doo wah, doo wah, doo wah, doo wah) It don't mean a thing If it ain't got that swing All you got to do is sing It makes no diff'rence If it's sweet or hot Just give that rhythm Ev'rything you got Oh, it don't mean a

Shoot! Balle dans la tête Shoot! Balle dans la tête (Bang bang) Shoot shoot! Balle dans la tête OG kush sur l'blunt (Oui), ça sonne sur mon phone (Allô) J'reçois un coup d'file (C'est qui?) Les ennemis veulent un bail (Ah bon) Sur la vie d'ma mère

Sing sing sing sing everybody start to sing like dee dee dee, bah bah bah dah Now you're singin with a swing When the music goes around, Everybody's goes go to town. But here is one thing you should know Sing, sing, sing, sing everybody start to sing

Gucci, Gucci Louis, Louis, Louis (what they want from me?) Louis, Louis, Louis (I gave it all I had) Louis, Louis, Louis (Louis, Louis, Louis) Gucci, Gucci (Gucci) Oh, I got diamonds on my neck, yeah (Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis) I got 'em all singin'

Look at my neck shine (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah (ooh) I just be smoking up dope, chyeah Louis down head to my toe, chyeah I just might buy the store, chyeah Look at my neck shine, chyeah (ice) Look at my wrist shine, chyeah Fuck a bitch two

Pour un noir meilleur, j'dois faire du sale Ah oui oui oui (oui, oui) J'ai toujours fait ce que j'ai dit, j'ai tellement pêché, faut qu'je prie Elle m'a aimé pour c'que j'étais, elle m'a quitté pour c'que je suis Mon âme descend du paradis donc le diable

I'm a white black candy, yeah And I'm with you, I'ma go in your body Put on you some Louis swag Everything that you are I'ma Gucci Gucci gang Tu vas bomber à Gucci gang Plein de mala à Gucci gang Tu vas couler à Gucci gang Gucci Gucci gang, gang

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) I make more than Dwyane

Don't know why there's no sun up in the sky, stormy weather Yeah, since my girl and I ain't together, keeps rainin' all the time Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere, stormy weather Yeah, just can't get my poor self together; oh, I'm weary all the

Walkin' on the beat, yeah We feel the love and we are not ashamed I'ma wake up to my nakedness 'Cause I'm walkin' on the beat, yeah Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Naked when the beat drops Closer, closer We are the people, we are the people We are the people of