Tatütata

(JuL)
(TLC Beatz, my race)
(JuL, JuL, JuL) Dude has to manage this, dude has to manage that
(JuL, JuL, JuL, JuL) That's how it goes down in the bendo
(JuL, JuL, JuL) Too much jealousy, no need for that
(JuL, JuL, JuL)

JuL runs, Under Armour suit
Pack in the glove, vacuum, La Mousse
Poison like Aroma Colatum
Jump from the balcony onto Quantum Gel
Run, Athena burns
Customer calls, connected on the street
Down to the bunker, need to settle stuff
Because we're boys from the lowest floor
My brother, suburb, evening atmosphere
Haaland, the street pharmacy
Score double Bellingham, Birmingham wins and a handicap, folding chair and Çekirdek
Tracksuit under the down vest
Brother ensures eyes with bruises
Tek-tek, the striker my debut game
Endurance training, when the cigarette glows, son of a bitch

On Oasis drink
In Olympique Marseille
Aubameyang 10 jersey
À la Pierre-Emer'

Bandit, into the boutique, Po-Police, siren
Hi, how are you? This is La Rue Haaland (Pah)
Bandit, into the boutique, Po-Police, siren
Hi, how are you? This is La Rue Haaland

We grew up between fifty, hundred bets
Elastico tricks on rubber courts
If nothing really works, grab the manhole cover
Looking for Haaland, then just around the corner
Suddenly respect, pull out the nine-millimeter
Mom, I'll be home later, tasted delicious
From the sixth floor, fuck your star chef
Make it to the top of the ground floor
W-Welcome down in the jungle, it's black like Bagheera
Kicker in the cage, stepovers, Tiki-Taka, La Liga
Barcelona, Real Madrid, Atlético and Sevilla
Wearing Dsquared and G-Star, Haaland a professional dealer
My life suburb
Welcome to the suburb
Fuck the cops
Green flowers packed in bags of cops

On Oasis drink
In Olympique Marseille
Aubameyang 10 jersey
À la Pierre-Emer'

Bandit, into the boutique, Po-Police, siren
Hi, how are you? This is La Rue Haaland (Pah)
Bandit, into the boutique, Po-Police, siren
Hi, how are you? This is La Rue Haaland