[Chorus: Muscape]
Tel un Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
[Verse 1: Rustage]
Ay, pass me a light and a cig
Gotta smoke a man down when they talk with a Prince (alright)
Put me on a fight with a fish
Then I'm serving them brown with a portion of chips (alright)
Man is so poorly equipped
Ain't got the tools to be talking like this
Scum on my hands let me walk to the sink
And they do it so dry, need some sauce on that shit
Send a man back to the bronze age
Dante, when I bring inferno - Flambе
Every single step - shockwavе
Fast paced, do it like Diable Jambe
Ay, and I'm gonna up all their heart rates
Club on a queen like a card game
Man in a business suit, but they gon' missed a two
When I dance on a man like it's Swan Lake
'Cause I do it for a baddie or a goddess
And I know they call me daddy with these long legs
They gon' keep on coming at me 'till they drop dead
Cross check, talk like he be eating, but he's not fed
Put him in the sea for the content nonsense
Sweeping up your team on deck, god bless
Split 'em into chunks, now that meat be like brochette
I ain't ever do it for the green or a musthead, ah
Tel un Bon Cuistot tout mes bon plat se mange bien chaud
Tu es de trop crois moi tu es pas si costaud
La tension monte direction: d'innombrable tresor
Route vers l'or
[Verse 1: Rustage]
Ay, pass me a light and a cig
Gotta smoke a man down when they talk with a Prince (alright)
Put me on a fight with a fish
Then I'm serving them brown with a portion of chips (alright)
Man is so poorly equipped
Ain't got the tools to be talking like this
Scum on my hands let me walk to the sink
And they do it so dry, need some sauce on that shit
Send a man back to the bronze age
Dante, when I bring inferno - Flambе
Every single step - shockwavе
Fast paced, do it like Diable Jambe
Ay, and I'm gonna up all their heart rates
Club on a queen like a card game
Man in a business suit, but they gon' missed a two
When I dance on a man like it's Swan Lake
'Cause I do it for a baddie or a goddess
And I know they call me daddy with these long legs
They gon' keep on coming at me 'till they drop dead
Cross check, talk like he be eating, but he's not fed
Put him in the sea for the content nonsense
Sweeping up your team on deck, god bless
Split 'em into chunks, now that meat be like brochette
I ain't ever do it for the green or a musthead, ah
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