(Intro – Talk-style, funky bassline under)
Yeah!
You feel that rhythm?
That’s not just the beat —
That’s Anas shutting it down!
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(Verse 1)
Slide to the left, he's already there,
Slide to the right — don’t even dare.
Every striker thinks they’re slick,
Till Anas flips the switch real quick!
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(Pre-Chorus)
One look, one move — game’s on pause,
He don’t defend, man, he enforces laws.
Ball at his feet? Ooh, that's art,
Breaking lines and breaking hearts!
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(Chorus)
Ayy, it's Anas — smooth as gold!
Best backline story ever told!
Plays for Arsenal, keeps it fly,
But he dreams of the Paris sky!
No one gets through, don’t even try,
Anas the wall — reachin' sky high!
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(Verse 2)
No panic, just power and poise,
He silences crowds without the noise.
And when he passes? Oh man, that glide,
Like butter on toast with a side of pride.
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(Break – Funky guitar riff + claps)
Left foot, right foot, he got style!
Drop a dime pass from a hundred miles!
One-two, now he's in control,
Defender or dancer? Man's got soul!
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(Chorus)
Ayy, it's Anas — smooth as gold!
Best backline story ever told!
Plays for Arsenal, keeps it fly,
But he dreams of the Paris sky!
No one gets through, don’t even try,
Anas the wall — reachin' sky high!
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(Bridge – Talk with groove)
They call him lockdown, the clean sheet king,
Passing like magic, makes the pitch sing.
From North London to Champs-Élysées —
Anas grooves in his own damn way!
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(Final Chorus – Big band jam)
Ohh Anas! Clap with the beat!
Fast feet, no cheat — elite!
Gunners gear, but his heart's in France,
Paris Saint-Germain, give him that dance!
You can't go past, don't stand a chance,
Anas the boss — leads the stance!