[Intro : Booba]
We got the klawi juice
Oh, oh, oh
There ain't a lot that make a milli', you neither
Give them what they want, they won't come back
You cook, you don't sell shit, you got no klawi juice

[Chorus : Booba]
Zehma you cook, you don't sell shit, you got no klawi juice
We arrive with 113 on you (bang) just like at Camille Groult

[Verse 1 : Booba]
To fuck bitches, it's straight ahead n***a, there ain't a thousand ways
I never thought that they were hot
They never made me doubt
I'm 92i, got out the hall, graduated from the best firms
I always got the bad role but I only play thе best movies
Pirates, piratеs, pirates, know what I don't reveal
I rather not sleep, imagine if I don't wake up
I'll give you a bumper punch
You'll take the bull by his horns
My Lambo' got so much horsepower
Just with the first gear I faint
Twenty racecourses under the car hood
The competition is uglier than ever
The competition is uglier than ever
I tap dance during a hold up
[Chorus : Booba]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Zehma you cook, you don't sell shit, you got no klawi juice
We arrive with 113 on you (bang) just like at Camille Groult

[Verse 2 : Damso]
Leave a little baggy in your slim
Bro, you say she hot, I say she minor, ouch ouch ouch
If I was in the Fugees, I'd have already fucked Lauryn Hill
Uncomfortable like a slut's boobs breastfeeding between two clients
Duc bottle on these motherfuckers, it's starting well
You rap in the hood in vain, you got no flow so you play the OG
Pure bitch, I wanna fuck you, discreetly, suddenly, quick
I'm hard, move on my glans, I come inside
Slide my glans on your tits, no pressure, without reason in the madness of desire, no more weed
I smoke the whole alone, walk on the block, rap without def'
Damso, Dems, that's my name
High on a jazz trumpet, she crushes my fragile heart with rage
Middle finger high up, no comment, she turned her back, I went my way
You mention the streets, but the streets don't know you, I fucked you, I left you, I don't even know you anymore
De-De-De-Dems
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus : Booba]
Zehma you cook, you don't sell shit, you got no klawi juice
We arrive with 113 on you (bang) just like at Camille Groult
[Outro : Booba]
To fuck bitches, it's straight ahead n***a, there ain't a thousand ways
I never thought that they were flaming hot
They never made me doubt
I'm 92i, got out the hall, graduated from the best firms
I always got the bad role but I only play the best movies...