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Lyrics: SULTAN by ElGrandeToto
Great captain of M-A-R-O-C
From Casa darkened, remembering the year two thousand and twelve
Katrina Squad
It’s the EGT of BNJ
Inside, without error, I think about it in my corner, and I mess with it in the street, in rap, I’m a sultan
Even saved me a lot, my mouth says death, death, death
Bin Laden, Osama, in the coast, 7 numbers in the mess
Throwing sevens in my L.A. ball, and I reached the west of the castle
We traveled and did it even if I had a little money, I didn’t care
It means I want to free my cousin and Tigana, and I don’t care about the mess
I sold everything every glass that hindered my freedom, my guys, may God protect you
Small, and I want to benefit, clean and knead
Yami TP, watching TV
High on DD, trafficker, money in my pocket
I want two or three properties
Lambo and okay, Gen Mustafa, there is money
Droka wants a baby, saying daddy
My friends are there, every night in the tea ceremony
Clean and knead, Yami TP, watching TV
High on DD, trafficker, money in my pocket
I want two or three properties
Lambo and okay, Gen Mustafa, there is money
Droka wants a baby, saying daddy
My friends are there, every night in the tea ceremony
Lawyer and damn asshole, want me in the narrow alley, stay away from my city
Stacked up high, death in my hand, good Tarot without even mentioning it (the source)
Built on prohibited ground, through the mic, helmet and Canadian dose
Error in the beak, his bride wants in the wedding, even if I’m poorly dressed
Beans and caviar in the neighborhood, small, we mess with the boss, just like you’re stunned by the stories of the hospital
Small, we want money, you’re still hesitating and you’re messing with—
Small, we want to screw the big ones in your mistresses, without saying God willing
Son of Laâdoul Tazi Casawi, a party animal
Drunk in this Moroccan rap, how many times do I have to be called a liar
Hit in the night: “You in the derby accused, get out of jail, you patient”, in my life, I spread
The garbage they gave me, those who are fans
I entered with them and they were accountants
With their money, without religion, they say to the infidels
I saw them in Massaoui Aqua Parc
Guevara Che, I swear to you, in some asshole hole
You messed up from birth in your talk, and even if you were a thief
My friend, 0 and without a team and without a woman, whatever is beautiful (eh)
Lawyer and damn asshole, want me in the narrow alley, stay away from my city
Stacked up high, death in my hand, good Tarot without even mentioning it (the source)
Built on prohibited ground, through the mic, helmet and Canadian dose
Error in the beak, his bride wants in the wedding, even if I’m poorly dressed
Lawyer and damn asshole, want me in the narrow alley, stay away from my city
Stacked up high, death in my hand, good Tarot without even mentioning it (the source)
Built on prohibited ground, through the mic, helmet and Canadian dose
Error in the beak, his bride wants in the wedding, even if I’m poorly dressed
