IA (feat. Clarent)

My bad' is the fault of his way of acting, ah-ah
But I had forgotten his face
I only remember what it was like from behind, ah-ah
It has me wrapped up, running in zigzag

If you have a new cat, don't be silly
Or I make him dance like a top
That bastard doesn't use it, he doesn't know what I'm doing
I know you don't love him, he doesn't buy what I buy

My bad' is the fault of his way of acting, ah-ah
But I had forgotten his face
I only remember what it was like from behind, ah-ah
It has me wrapped up, running in zigzag

Baby, understand that Clarent without a whore is like Santa without a present
You should thank me for at least speaking clearly to you
On your 456th birthday, you went from Rolex to Rado
Tell that bastard to unfollow me already

You already lost the cache, I didn't match with you
Like Gucci and Versace, you are fake, you are not faithful
Not even with yourself, nobody believes you
Your fucks with him are express
I know your bad habits and I got tangled up anyway

But normal, I know it's wrong
It was your fault, ma
On behalf of the Baller, I wish you the worst
I married clothes, I got her used to spending
You're already out, ah-ah-ah

My bad' is the fault of his way of acting, ah-ah
But I had forgotten his face
I only remember what it was like from behind, ah-ah
It has me wrapped up, running in zigzag

Come on, come on, turn that on there
Let's go, let's go give it to him
Baby, I wasn't going to do this, but since you grew up, it's my duty to remind you that

Before me you were nowhere
Mommy, I gave you wings, I made you shine, I dressed you up
There is no longer dinner for Gekko, nor for LaLa
You wanted to play with the one who taught you the move
Those early morning fucks, I'll miss them but go away and don't leave anything behind

You lost the cache, I didn't match with you, mommy
Just like Gucci and Versace, you're fake, baby, you're not true
Nobody even believes you yourself, your sex with him is express
And your Ali Express clothes, I no longer have time for you, Patek said
Eh-eh
I no longer have time for you, as Patek said
Eh-eh

It comes and goes like a wave, you don't know how to be alone
Rolex without a time, bandits who don't fall in love
He is no longer going to Bora Bora or Norway to see the aurora
400 miles per hour
Grra, grra, boom, boom, boom, boom