.On dira rien
On dira rien
M. le commissaire
Tes enfants pécho ce que mes potos viscèrent
Car on vit la misère
Et que dieu nous pardonne mais on peut pas sây faire
Ressent la détresse, parisienne de lâEst, africaine de lâOuest
Où ces gars-là se Kalashent.
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