Enchanté

From the very first chord, there is an air of self-confidence here - so much so that you could serve it on a plate and it still wouldn't be enough. The ironic “Hallo, ich bin Sosa” sounds like a business card that advertises itself, followed by a cocktail of French “chérie coco” with German “attention” and a sudden burst of Latin chic.

The music moves easily, as if the dance floor is still empty, but someone has already decided to declare themselves its owner. Each line is either flirtatious, threatening, or joking - as if rap were a party where the DJ plays both bodyguard and heartbreaker.

And all this with a smile, slightly cheeky but charming. As if no one argues: if someone looks like Beyoncé, then the evening will belong to them.