Tag: AMG


Gzuz – Warum (Kid The Genesis Remix) Lyrics




[Verse 1]
AMG Nigga
AMG
I got what you need
Sell my soul
Sell it for the dough
Sellin dope
Feed it to my hoes
To my bros
All them niggas who gon jump abroad
It’s a joke
I don’t need the hope
I might give you holes

Fuck that shit
I don’t need no gun
End you with my funds
Fuck the ones
I go geek a lot
I just get it done

Fuck the nigga who gon’ love a slut
Fucked her right
Now she wanna get above
Aye, aye, I don’t trust my gut

Now I’m gon’ get you hyped up (Hey!)
I’m gon’ get you swipe up
Right nut
Fat butt
Keep your mouth shut
Never ask what
Low life
Asking me for more light

Go flight
Private jet
Middle of the night
Bitch on my dick and she callin him Dyke
Never be askin for nothin I strike
If I be spottin on somethin I like
It’s gotta be mine can’t deal with it kind
Niggas like fine
You can be havin whatever you find
Snorting on lines
Fuck up yo time
Give me the head
I wouldn’t just mind

Shawty go grind
Shawty is fine
Look who’s behind
It’s just goin’ down
I’mma go get you declined
I’mma go get you refined
Huh, bitch look who is signed
Look who is signed
Bitch

[Hook: Gzuz]
Sie fragen: „Gzuz, warum bist du nur so?
Warum immer diese Sachen, aber nix mit Niveau?
Warum dies? Warum das? Warum nicht einmal mit Message?“
Und ich denk’ mir nur, warum hältst du nicht einfach die Fresse? (frag’ mich, warum)
Sie fragen: „Gzuz, warum bist du nur so?
Warum gibst du dir die Kante, warum bist du auf Koks?
Warum dies? Warum das? Warum für keinen Intresse?“
Und ich denk’ mir nur, warum hältst du nicht einfach die Fresse?
Warum

[Verse 2]
On the party
Every nigga wanna be like me
In the club
Every nigga wanna test my steam
Yeah I got that key
Yeah I know them reals
If a head bumpin in my head
Yeah It’s real
And I ain’t let nobody down my name nigga
I don’t let nobody steal my wave nigga
If I gotta kill you then let’s play nigga
If I gotta kill you I’m gon’ slay nigga
I know we throwin fists and you gon lay shit I
Didn’t mean to kill you but it’s K nigga

[Hook: Gzuz]




Lil Baby – Boss Bitch lyrics




(feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
I made a hunnid in two days, neighbour trippin’ cause I keep the door swangin’
I drop a mixtape today, they gon’ be thinking I got me a ghostwriter
AMG on the floor like a low rider
Having rich arguments my whole problem
Running money up I don’t see nobody
Buying lawyers for both of the [?]
Tennis chains on fleek, I could wear a new piece every week
Me and my diamonds all on pee, point
Ask about me [?]
Hit the bitch Curry, three-point
I can’t hit them all so I Pikachu
I don’t text ’em I just stick and move
Fresh pair of Loubs

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick

[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Forty pointers that’s a waffle cart
Ice cubes on my neck like my styrofoam
Drip, dripping like that it’s the shower on
Them ain’t real, them diamonds are rhinestones
I’m straight I got the iron now
Too many hoes bought another phone
I apologise, AP honeycomb
Shorty walking round with like three hunnid on
Baby vanilla, my rose gold match the Gucci with rose petal
Trapper of the year I need a gold medal
You know the water make the pussy get wetter
Ooh, can’t name a nigga that do it better
I got too many hoes like I’m Hugh Hefner
Different foreign bitches, I’ma put ’em together
Yeah they know I’m a trendsetter

[Hook: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
I got too many hoes I can’t fuck them all
Don’t know how to play but I ball
Stacking that money up make it tall
Ooh, the ice on my neck got me frost
Mama ain’t made no hoe, she made a boss
My diamonds they shine when the lights turned off
Rocking designer I’m dripping in sauce
All of my diamonds real so they cost
You know it costs to live like this
I got a bad lil boss bitch
Too many diamonds, camera glitch
Yeah I’m shining no [?]
Ain’t got to tell them they know that I’m rich
I got a sack like I run the blitz
Ice cold like I got on mitts
Ice cream I look like a lick


AMG – Nu Exasize Lyrics


[Intro]
“What color panties she got on?”
“Gotdamn!”
“What you mean?”
“She ain’t got on none”

[Verse 1: AMG]
1, 2, 3, 4, and touch the toes
And after that, yo, anything goes
AMG and I wanna make a statement
I housed the freak from the attic to the basement
Hoes, without no clothes
Butt booty naked and I’m good to go
In a bed, in a car, in a [?] and Jacuzzi
Sippin’ on a wine cooler, freakin’ at the Snooty
Girls got a wait problem—they can’t wait to bone
A nigga on the microphone
So a brother like G’s gonna get you in shape
You got the oven, and I’ve got the steak
You don’t need pills or a Slim Fast milkshake
I’ll make you sweat like you’re running a race
So open up your legs and close your eyes
‘Cause I got a new exercise, bitch

[Chorus]
Some people call me at night
I’m only out for the ride
So if a hoe like you get with a nigga like me
Pretty soon, girl, you’re gonna get fine
Just bend your ass on over
And lay my muthafuckin’ dick on ya
And I do it doggystyle and all the while you’re gonna know
I got a nu exasize

[Verse 2]
Yo, I teach class seven days a week
AM to PM, a natural freak
You see, I stay so slim ‘cause I don’t be jokin’
Show me the booty and I’ll be strokin’
You might wanna warm up first
Yo, like pulling those dollars bills out your purse
And I’ll rock the booty like a smoked out crack fiend
Lose that tummy, you know what I mean?
I got a two-for-one special, lower pack level
Aerobics ain’t shit to a dick like mine
And wait until the jumping jacks jump off
You didn’t know Jack can do that
Back, back, back, and up and up
Pass me the Gatorade, I’m tired as fuck
I’ll take it round for round, and pound for pound
AMG, I push up for the kick down

[Chorus]
Some people call me at night
I’m only out for the ride
So if a hoe like you get with a nigga like me
Pretty soon, girl, you’re gonna get fine
Just bend your ass on over
And lay my muthafuckin’ dick on ya
And I do it doggystyle and all the while you’re gonna know
I got a nu exasize

[Verse 3]
Me and Mrs. Jones had a little thing going on
She was older, though, but she wanted to bone
She didn’t look bad to be such an old chick
She grabbed my dick, ooh, that was it
I had to work that big ol’ grandma ass
Gray hair on her coochie, titties that sag
I mean, really, she tried to fuck me to death
Ben-Gay on her body, Tums on her breath
I said, “Oh no, yo,” she wouldn’t let go
Big ass strong hoe—what you doin’? Yo
I grabbed a barbell and a jump rope
Knocked out the senior citizen with one stroke
It musta got too damn good
Old ass hoe with a young ass niggaro
G workin’ over these hoes like a burger and fries
Doin’ that exercise

[Chorus]
Some people call me at night
I’m only out for the ride
So if a hoe like you get with a nigga like me
Pretty soon, girl, you’re gonna get fine
Just bend your ass on over
And lay my muthafuckin’ dick on ya
And I do it doggystyle and all the while you’re gonna know
I got a nu exasize

[Outro]
Peace, I’m outta here
Yo, peace to D…ah, I got a nu exasize, hey
Peace to Dick Gregory, peace to Jenny Craig, peace to Jack LaLanne…


Chief Keef – Cook Lyrics


Sosa baby, G.B.E baby
[Hook (x4)]
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope

[Verse: 1]
In the AMG looking like I cook dope
Since I’m a fucking pimp Imma’ need a good hoe
Catch your ass lacking give your ass some good smoke
The bitch up in this foreign will give your ass some good throat
The bitch up in the trap will give your ass a good pack
The shooter riding with me get your ass in a bag
Beef ain’t really nothing, nah really it’s a snack
Before I made it here I was running through the packs
Running through the racks up in Sax it’s a fact
To ride presidential I done blacked out the ‘lac
Put the rover up and I done backed out the back
Told ’em send the fiends to he back house for crack
I hop up out the whip look like I sell controlled substances
When she see the ice I bet I leave the bitch like ”oh shit!”
Looking like the plug ’cause I’m really on my boss shit
Trapper on my lap just in case I have to bust shit
[Hook (x4)]
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope
[Verse: 2]
Got a hundred bags served all dimes
Got a thousand more of those call the line
Snowman I want seventeen fives
What a dealership telling me lies
Told me that my channel was up in the front
But it’s in the back bitches think it’s summer
Slide the van doors beat a nigga drum
I promise you won’t even see a nigga coming
‘Cause I move like Obama, ‘prolly fucked your mama
Saw a bad bitch walking, she want me to run up
She saw the falcon stripes down the middle of the foreign
Saw the fire out the pipes then i knew that bitch was going
Don’t make me hit your college fuck your bitch up in your dorm
I don’t even know her too many bitches in my phone
Let me cut this Marvin on that mean we can get it on
You know bitches love dope that’s why they can’t leave me ‘lone
[Hook (x4)]
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope, cook dope
Cook dope
It look like I cook dope


Equipe enervee – Jul feat. Norey fz paroles


Paroles Jul – Equipe enervee

Et puis tout l’monde s’y met, faut les calciner
Ils font qu’tchouper j’suis en train d’halluciner
Juste une grosse caisse suffit pour la fasciner
J’la ramène à l’hôtel, non, non pas au ciné
Des pompes ils veulent cirer, tu fais des sous, tu t’affoles
Et ouais mec 13.5 c’est le zoo versuri-lyrics.info
D’la frappe dans l’pétard mais y’a rien dans la son’
Nous prends pas pour des bourges dans la merde nous nageons
C’est la hess, ouais, ça nous rend plus fort
On veut cambu ta caisse: jamais prendre le coffre fort
Si on a un but dans la tête on fournira les efforts
On fait sauter l’plein phares
Normal, si j’ai pas tufé bah moi j’dors mal
Après l’cambu ça te fouille normal
Les gêoles, les perquis’ et les bombs normal
Comme d’hab on fais c’qu’il y a a faire on s’en bas les-c de vous
Ouais on prends les devants les poches sont trop à terre il faut qu’elles soient debout
Si tu parles sur moi c’est que tu bandes sur moi eh beh suce moi le bout
Rafale à coups par coups j’ai croisé trop de putes dans mon parcours.(equipe enervee)

Y’a les pim-pim-pon, y’a les blèmes-blèmes-pro, y’a d’la miss en Mini
J’passe en impro j’fais pas de gili-gili, j’ai trop les crocs c’est finit-finit
On fais c’qu’il faut
Ça change pas, c’est Saint-Jean la Puenta
Toutes les couleurs, on s’en fou des quota
On a tous une douleur qu’on ne dit pas
Tu fais le voleur mais t’as pas besoin d’ça
Chez moi y’a des têtes bousillées, le bout du canon est scillé
Demande à mes rivaux: essayez, déterminé je reste éveillé
Y’a des choses inoubliables, on le sait si t’es fiables
Ne soit pas désagréable, te fais pas emboucaner par le diable.

Equipe enervee dans le 4×4, la capuche sous la casquette
En Asics ou en claquettes, fais pas l’fou on te paquette
Braquages, prison, fourgons, bedos, là on perd la vue
Parloirs-fantôme, tu reviens-pas, mets les dans ta vue.

Vas-y cherche moi j’te pète ton crâne, 1-3, Vuitton crade
J’mets l’AMG de travers en crabe
J’ai envie d’bander faut qu’j’sorte un cross
Coups d’crasses dans la tess y’en a beaucoup
Hiver j’suis blanc, l’été j’suis blond à la Sangoku
Au tiek j’m’emmerde j’mets l’Yamaha debout
Pendant qu’ça gamberge à faire des gros coups
J’veux un steak-frites, mets la mayonnaise
On s’plein toujours mais on ris on baise
On va t’soulever à la Lyonnaise, on fume la frappe à l’Hollandaise
J’te baise, j’te baise, j’t’appelle en dièze
On a arreter d’être romantique, j’connais des mecs en chien H.S
Qui seraient prêt à t’floutter pour un ticket.

Appelle les poulets j’ai du salami, j’leur ris au nez comme une Salamandre
Rase toi la chatte j’vais t’faire du sale la miss
J’ai la queue en feu appelle moi: Salamèche
J’vais tous les baiser ça c’est promis
Pas de menaces que des promesses
T’as fais le fou mais t’as pas fait le taff
Ça t’a niquer ta mère, ça ta niqué ta race
135 poto grosse équipe de taré
Zéro pic ici tous est carré
Ve-esqui l’arme sauve au clic-clac ils t’arrêtent
Je fais le taff, je baise l’état, j’creuse l’écart, j’baise la prod
J’t’envoie les doss’, j’mets les gaz
J’contrôle la zone mieux qu’la Focus, j’suis culotté, j’suis pas un faux cul
J’t’ai deja dis qu’on les f**k, au tier-quar ça vole plus que des porcs cons
On sait c’que tu vaux, on s’en fou de ta ville, on s’en fou de ta vie
On s’en fou de ton frère, on s’en fou d’ton avis
On va gratter le coin, cogno
On va prendre la concu à coup de godet
On les mets à l’amande, demande à Amada c’est nous qui sommes à la mode.

Equipe enervee dans le 4×4, la capuche sous la casquette
En Asics ou en claquettes, fais pas l’fou on te paquette
Braquages, prison, fourgons, bedos, là on perd la vue
Parloirs-fantôme, tu reviens-pas, mets les dans ta vue. (x2)

Braquages, prison, fourgons, bedos, là on perd la vue
Parloirs-fantôme, tu reviens-pas, mets les dans ta vueee.
Jul paroles
Video enervee


Lil Yachty – Harley (Bass Boosted)


[Intro]
It’s Lil Boat all my diamonds go bling blang blaow!
Lil Boat

[Hook]
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a Barbie
And I’m balling hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a barbie
And I’m balling so damn hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no, no

[Verse 1]
Late night with the report like Colbert, aye
Love her iced out like a kid cuisine
Lil Boat in the magazine
Big bro keep the magazines
Charged up like an Alkaline
Bet she feel dick in her spine

[Interlude]
Ohhh
Ridin’ like a Harley
My bitch a Barbie
Can’t no one guard boat

[Hook]
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a Barbie
And I’m balling hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no, no
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a Barbie
And I’m balling so damn hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no, no

[Verse 2]
Ain’t nobody flexing like me
Ain’t no nigga flexing like me
18 got the brand new AMG
Yo baby daddy tryna ride front seat, no
Stop hating on a young nigga ’cause I’m getting cake
Right wrist so dipped look like a Frosted Flake
Top of the building athletes be my neighbours
These nigga’s soft like Life Savers
These nigga’s be bitches
Most of these nigga’s be hoes
Guess that that’s just how it goes

[Hook]
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a Barbie
And I’m balling hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no, no
Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
Ridin’ like a Harley Harley Harley Harley Harley
My new bitch a bot
My new bitch a Barbie
And I’m balling so damn hard
Can’t nobody guard me, no, no

[Outro]
Ohhh
Like a Harley
Can’t no one guard me
Can’t no one fuck with Boat


Jimmy Prime – Pisces (Bleeding Bull Album)


[Verse 1]
They can’t believe I did it on my own
Now the money keep ringing out my phone
Pour a four roll fire get gone
I’m so focused on the money that it drive me crazy
Need to go and take a ride in that blue Mercedes
I dreamt I’m falling from the sky but the view is crazy
And when I pour the money up I feel rejuvenated
Inebriated, my bitch a trip
She always want that ash
Just like she Jamaican
I can’t take her no where she always keep me waiting
Half the time she’s getting dressed
The other half shes naked
And she’s, Pisces
She’s pure and that’s what I need
I’m stacking bands I cannot chill I need to see a mil
Running up a check to Neimans look like dragon fill
She say she hate my guts well tell me how you really feel

[Chorus 1]
Yeah, tell me how you really feel
Tell me how you really feel
Yeah, tell me how you really feel, yeah
Tell me about your cold heart, yeah
And tell me with your clothes off

[Verse 2]
Big crib, gotta keep a few hoes in it
My cup right here drop a whole four in it
That’s real dirt
Need to chase it more
Pull up the AMG but never hit auto park
Go hit Germany, yeah
Just to ride the autobahn
Pull up like the money count yeah
Keep going on and on
Got an artsy chick
She went to Juilliard
Asked me to drop the top
She wanna watch the stars
Don’t got to look to far baby, yeah
I’m right here in the car baby
And I, can’t lie
I’m too real you don’t gotta ask me why
You say you hate my guts well tell me how you really feel
If I don’t give a fuck tell me how that make you feel

[Chorus 2]
Yeah, tell me how you really feel
Yeah, tell me how you really feeel, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeaahh, yeah, ay
Tell me how you really feel, yeah, ay
Tell me how you really
Tell me how you


Mele7 – Zuna songtexte


Songtexte Zuna – Mele7

Auf der Suche nach Lila
Machst du Halt hinter Gittern
Wegen Arbiyya, Mele7
Mele7, Mele7.

Weiß auf der Straße, bekannt als Kristall
Macht dich reich, macht dich arm, bringt dich Knast
Es geht schnell, flüstert Shaytan
Von null auf hundert, chaye, verdienen ist einfach
Aber schieße mit Eisen
Brauchst du Arzt, keine Liebe, außer für Lila
Mutter kommt mit Jungs aus Priština
Muckst du auf, Diggi, und .. Gefahr.

Fast life, ça va, paranoid, Zivil, mon ami
Stadt weiß, dass ich ticke, groß für den AMG
Bruda, wallah, die Tasche war leer
Mula, Mula, Mula versuri-lyrics.info
Fick Welt, bis Brüder sitzen im Ferrari.

Mutter, Mutter, Yimma, Yimma
Von Montag bis Montag Kopffick, jagt Wohlstand
Handy klingelt, komm, rollen das Gift
Spritzen in die Adern, ..
Neunmilli scharf in Tasche, bevor ich rausgeh’
Weil zu viele Feinde, viele Blender machen Auge.

Fast life, ça va, paranoid, Zivil, mon ami
Stadt weiß, dass ich ticke, groß für den AMG
Yallah, geh’n aufs Ganze, chaye, hol mir deine Leute
Lass’ euch Kugeln schmecken, Digga, schieß’ hoch
Welle, Welle, Welle.

Weil du hast Leute, die für dich sterben, Cousins
Okay, okay
Hunde bellen, wollen testen und versuchen
Okay, okayyy.
Zuna songtexte
Video Zuna


Imagine – Jul paroles


Paroles Jul – Imagine

Bandit attitude
Deux roues sur l’bitume
Pour ceux qui mènent la vie dure
Pendant qu’j’taffe l’écriture.(imagine)

Laisse croire, on a besoin d’espoir
J’regrette mon pet’, j’regrette mon RS3
Jeune alcoolisé recherche d’la miss vers le bazar
J’ai revu un plan, on s’était croisé par hasard
J’ai croisé les schmitts en Vespa, ils m’ont levé l’anti-parasite
On sait c’que c’est être à pied, on sait c’que c’est manger du pain rassis
L’instru j’vais la scier, canon scié, donne ton gosier p’tit fils de
J’me vois pas briller, j’te remercie, si tu m’en veux pas c’est qu’on est quitte
J’veux XXX comme un libanais versuri-lyrics.info
Il est pas né celui qui veut m’canner
Pousse moi pas nous, on est pas comme vous même si on fait que s’emboucaner
Au mic’ ma gorge s’enraie, j’mets l’survêt’ Galatasaray
Reste fort si sur toi ça rit et si sur ton dos ça braille
Dans la caisse on écoute de tout, du rap, du funk ou même du raï
On a déraillé, on a déraillé mais on n’a pas tiré de rail.

Imagine, imagine
J’bosse comme une machine
J’taffe même quand j’ai l’angine
J’connais l’enjeu
J’regarde pas ta frangine
J’me dis qu’ça met la guigne
Même les képis font l’signe.

Tu veux de l’amour y’en a pas
On aime les billets, les Yamaha
Gros gros son pour tous mes gars
Enjaillement, ils aiment ça
Eh ouais, m’en bats les couilles c’qu’on dit de moi, c’qu’on dit de nous
Ce qu’on dit de toi, ce qu’on dit de vous, on m’appelle le phénomène
Le sang, j’te sens pas bien, dis-mois que pasa
Ouais le sang, fais-en un j’te trouve shit massa
J’suis à Massilia, à la musique j’suis lié
Mais qu’est-ce qu’il y a mon poto, tu fais que d’crier
45 AMG, j’ai un pochon, du shit tout jaune
J’fais cracher l’engin, j’aime ça depuis tout jeune
Frangine, frangine, j’suis une machine, machine
Mais j’imagine, magine, Jul c’est magique, magique
Si son cœur c’est d’l’eau j’vais naviguer dedans comme un bateau
Bientôt l’album gratos, j’vais faire bouger tous mes vatos.

Imagine, imagine
J’bosse comme une machine
J’taffe même quand j’ai l’angine
J’connais l’enjeu
J’regarde pas ta frangine
J’me dis qu’ça met la guigne
Même les képis font l’signe.

Bandit attitude
Deux roues sur l’bitume
Pour ceux qui mènent la vie dure
Pendant qu’j’taffe l’écriture. (x2)

Imagine, imagine
J’bosse comme une machine
J’taffe même quand j’ai l’angine
J’connais l’enjeu
J’regarde pas ta frangine
J’me dis qu’ça met la guigne
Même les képis font l’signeee. (x2)
Jul paroles
Video Jul


Patte fliesst – Azet songtexte prod by Lucry


Songtexte Azet – Patte fliesst

Papa hatte einen Unfall, ich war grade funf
Mein Fundament war weg; was ich sage, stimmt
Funf Kilo Gras auf der Waage stimmt
Drogen, Habib, ansonsten nix im Magen, stimmt
Alles am Arsch, ja, na klar, dass Mama weint
Dreh’ ich durch, rennst du weg, jag’ dich durch die Walachei
Yallah, bye! Alles oder Knastgitter
Jungs auf der Jagd, Geld in der Nacht wittern – was, Dicker?
Zieh dich ab, mir egal, ob du korrekt warst
Ich baller’ in dein Knie, akhi – Dresden-City-Gangsters
Die Waage unterm Bett hat kein’n Bock mehr
Mach bisschen Patte mit Rap, doch mit Ott mehr
Deine Gangster, ich kenne schon
Bitte nicht so viel reden am Telefon, ich fick’ dich auf Trenbolon
Ticken bis Ende, Bro, Handschelle klick
Und du auf einmal vor dem Haftrichter sitzt.(patte fliesst)

Patte fließt, schrei’n laut: „f*ck the police!“
AMG vor dem Haus ist das Ziel
Schusse fall’n, du horst auf, wenn du siehst
Bleib ein Bandit
Patte fliesst, schrei’n laut: „f*ck the police!“
AMG vor dem Haus ist das Ziel
Schusse fall’n, du horst auf, wenn du siehst
Bleib ein Bandit.

Lelele, KMN, leleleeee
Meine Gang, lelele
KMN, lelele, eh
Lelele, KMN, leleleee
Meine Gang, lelele
KMN, lelele, ehhh.

Auf einmal hat alles kein’n Sinn, lala
Dieses Geld macht mich blind, lala
Es gab nix, ich hab’ alles schon vertickt, lala
Machte dich alter, schau mir ins Gesicht, Mama
Es tut mir leid, aber heut nehm’n sie mich mit, Mama
Konnten nicht aufhor’n, Uhr aus dem Handschuhfach
Roli am Arm im Trainingsanzug von Adidas
Rein in den Keller, verpackten das Kokain
Fur unsre Laufer, Kanaken in Mokassin
Manche machten es fur Nasenziehen – Crystal Meth
Aber meine Jungs fur den AMG CLS
Kurse fallen, Kopffick, ich regel’ es
Voll bewaffnet, doch ich box’ dir die Zahne weg.

Goldketten, dicke Batzen machen – easy
Doch davor muss Mama lachen, Habibi
Habibi, Habibi, Habibi.

Patte fließt, schrei’n laut: „f*ck the police!“
AMG vor dem Haus ist das Ziel
Schusse fall’n, du horst auf, wenn du siehst
Bleib ein Bandit
Patte fließt, schrei’n laut: „f*ck the police!“
AMG vor dem Haus ist das Ziel
Schusse fall’n, du horst auf, wenn du siehst
Bleib ein Bandit.

Lelele, KMN, leleleee
Meine Gang, lelele
KMN, lelele, ehhh
Lelele, KMN, lelele
Meine Gang, lelele
KMN, lelele, ehhh.
Azet songtexte
Video fliesst


MC Bilal – Arm & Reich (Alles Zu Seiner Zeit Deluxe Edition Album)


Yo!

Ich bring mein erstes Album über einen Weltkonzern
Doch bleibe auf dem Boden, auch wenn sich das Geld vermehrt
Selbst wenn du’n Benzer fährst, ein Auto steigert nicht dein’n Menschenwert
Bis heute hab ich jeden Cent geehrt
Doch wie ich seh, wachsen einigen Flügel
Manche mein’n, durch Scheine gewinnen sie bei den meisten an Größe
Peinliche Vögel, mich macht die Scheiße so wütend
Denn ich urteil’ nach Charakter und nicht nach deinem Vermögen
Du kannst dir eine Villa kaufen
Aber keine Ehre
Du kannst dir eine weiße Weste kaufen
Aber keine reine Seele
Du kannst dir einen Benz kaufen, AMG
Aber kein’n Respekt, yallah, geh!

Denk nicht, dass du mich kaufen kannst, ich würd mich niemals verbiegen
Selbst wenn ich Minus hätte auf der Bank

Heute kannst du reich sein und morgen obdachlos
Es kann jederzeit vorbei sein – Gott ist groß
Reich ist der, der Charakter besitzt
Und arm, der wegen Geld alles vergisst
Heute kannst du reich sein und morgen obdachlos
Es kann jederzeit vorbei sein – Gott ist groß
Reich ist der, der Charakter besitzt
Und arm, der wegen Geld alles vergisst

Seit meinem Plattendeal ist zwar die Patte viel
Schlechtes Gewissen, denk an Geschwister in Falastin
Doch viele leben mit ‘ner Arroganz wie [?]
Doch all die hoch fliegen, fallen tief
Ich hatte nie Geld für Mountainbikes, Hunger wie an Fastenzeit
Doch ein Dach über dem Kopf und das hat gereicht
Mama, ich brauch kein Kaviar und so
Ich werd auch satt mit arabischem Brot
Du kannst dir einen Benz kaufen
Aber kein’n Respekt
Du kannst dir die schönsten Klamotten kaufen
Aber dein Herz bleibt verdreckt
Du kannst tausend Bitches zieh’n, aber keine echte Frau
Jeder schönste Traum endet mal, geh und schlafe dich besser aus

Denk nicht, dass du mich kaufen kannst, ich würd mich niemals verbiegen
Selbst wenn ich Minus hätte auf der Bank

Heute kannst du reich sein und morgen obdachlos
Es kann jederzeit vorbei sein – Gott ist groß
Reich ist der, der Charakter besitzt
Und arm, der wegen Geld alles vergisst
Heute kannst du reich sein und morgen obdachlos
Es kann jederzeit vorbei sein – Gott ist groß
Reich ist der, der Charakter besitzt
Und arm, der wegen Geld alles vergisst


Dice Soho – Ripped Jeans


[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’ve been to AMG just start the engine
Don’t give a damn about a thing because we winning
They was sleeping on the boy in the beginning
But now the DJs keep the boy’s songs spinning
Now she spinning on that pole
They looking at us cause we spending all this dough
Cameras flashing soon as I walk through the door
No one can talk, no one can take no pictures
Rolling up a swisher I think I can feel the liquor now
I can feel it, I can feel it
She dancing on me, spinning on me, know she feel it
You see that double cup right there? Please don’t spill it
[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 2]
Now it’s Goyard on the belt
Goyard on my slippers make your shorty melt
She eating that dick up like it’s good for her health
I know she fucking with me cause I got some wealth
The kid finally hot, I’m tryna give these niggas hell
But my wrist cold steel
New ice alert, now my neck on chill
Pops ain’t bitching no more, he know that I’m gon’ kill
Foreign hoes call me, running up my phone bill
My gang is smelling like a pound of OG
New mink coat on me feeling hella cozy
Back in high school that bitch act like she ain’t know me
Now them diamonds in my Rollie told that ho to blow me

[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Outro]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans


Shindy – Statements (English Translation) Lyrics


[Hook: Shindy]
Bitch, I can change the world, give me a piano
Not up for discussion, here’s the album of the year
You are not allowed to talk to me, except you want to congratulate
Berlins most wanted, and I’m not even from here
We talk about Sido-level, wether you want to or not
I talk about Savas-level, wether you want to or not
I mean Bushido-level, wether you want to or not
Forever, wether you want to or not
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah

[Verse 1: Shindy]
I turn a Matchbox into an AMG, Ku’damm into a slot car racing track
All y’all Rufios, don’t fuck with a Peter Pan
And all y’all Ralfs, don’t fuck with a Michael
Dreams is a Panini scrapbook without a missing
Shindy for president – make rap great again
I do all this for the bitches like Maybelline
With purple bills, tears dry faster than with nice words
Hoes want to make out – Captain Morgan
Yeah, my ego’s bigger than Shaquille O’Neal
800 euro backpack – keep it real
Take the elevator to the skyline – Sonny-level
Badboy, badboy – Colin Farrell
Fifty thousand for hotels on my business record
What a life when bitches gives give thanks to me after sex
I’m balling other-worldly – Space Jam
That is no decadence, these are statements

[Hook: Shindy]
Bitch, I can change the world, give me a piano
Not up for discussion, here’s the album of the year
You are not allowed to talk to me, except you want to congratulate
Berlins most wanted, and I’m not even from here
We talk about Sido-level, wether you want to or not
I talk about Savas-level, wether you want to or not
I mean Bushido-level, wether you want to or not
Forever, wether you want to or not
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah

[Verse 2: Bushido]
Yeah!
This shit brings me some millions annually
Your labels are sweet, my label is a traditional club
I’m not finished, retired rapper with million euro pension
Fuck it! Shindy will bring percentages, forever
Put my daughter to bed, play a match of Warcraft
Half an hour later, shots getting fired at the Borchardts
No airplay, fuck the radio
Dip the white bread into olive oil and balsamic vinegar
Don’t ask me, if I retire, when Shindy goes platinum
I think I’ll go get a rolex if he goes platinum
Full beard, rap olympus – shoot at you – Zeus-thunderbolts
100k bank transfer, purpose: koi fish
I trigger state affairs with my name-dropping
Your drug dealer rap is a movie, dude – trainspotting
After show parties, small talk and shake-hands
I go to bed at 10 PM, dude, these are statements

[Hook: Shindy]
Bitch, I can change the world, give me a piano
Not up for discussion, here’s the album of the year
You are not allowed to talk to me, except you want to congratulate
Berlins most wanted, and I’m not even from here
We talk about Sido-level, wether you want to or not
I talk about Savas-level, wether you want to or not
I mean Bushido-level, wether you want to or not
Forever, wether you want to or not
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah
Dude, these are statements (statements)
Statements (statements) yeah


24hrs – Twenty Revenge (12 Am Mixtape) letras

October 21, 2016

Lyrics

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[Intro]
It’s 24 hours
It’s 12:am
Apex a boss
(M-m-murda)
Apex a boss

[Verse 1: 24hrs]
I was young and in heaven
24hrs down at Magic
They try to count me out
I don’t know what that’s about
20 days, 40 reckless
20 boss stuck quick
Girlfriend wanna pick
Regulate what time you sleep
I’m at Follies day shift
Grab a nigga be light
I’m up in the booth flyin’
Eatin’ wings with propane
20, I’ve been the boss
20, I’ve been ran it up
20, it’s my time to shine
20, I’m takin’ what’s mine

[Hook: 24hrs]
I was takin’ opportunities
I was workin’ like it’s two of me
Labels ain’t know what to do with me
All along they was losin’ me
All along they was losin’ me
This 20 revenge, this 20 revenge

[Verse 2: 24hrs]
This 20 revenge, you act like my friends
That shit was pretend
Seen real niggas fold
Never sold my soul
24 finna glow
AMG smokin’ dope
24 finna glow
AMG smokin’ dope
I made my lil young nigga rich
20 a boss and won’t rich
I’m all bout the profit
Y3 in my closet
These bitches ain’t shit
In love with a goddess
I roll by the pound
I swear I’m a smoker
Got 20 on me and 20 on my diamond choker
20 a boss and 20 ain’t trippin’
Come to my city and see how I’m livin’

[Hook: 24hrs]
I was takin’ opportunities
I was workin’ like it’s two of me
Labels ain’t know what to do with me
All along they was losin’ me
All along they was losin’ me
This 20 revenge, all along they was losin’ me

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti]
Big business nigga, me and 20
I’m the king of doin’ it independent
I was sellin’ bricks when they was under 20
Plug was comin’ through and dumpin’ plenty
I be hustlin’ like it’s two of me
They don’t know what to do with me
Cut the check and keep them bitches comin’
Labels know it’s CMG with me
Niggas ain’t want to deal with me
LA Reid, he kept it real with me
He take a boss and make another boss
And he done made a lot of M’s with me
I always kept a private plug
Fuck a bitch I keep it private cuz
This that CMG mixed with Private Club

[Hook: 24hrs]
I was takin’ opportunities
I was workin’ like it’s two of me
Labels ain’t know what to do with me
All along they was losin’ me
All along they was losin’ me
This 20 revenge, all along they was losin’ me


Dice Soho – Ripped Jeans letras

October 19, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 1]
Yeah I’ve been to AMG just start the engine
Don’t give a damn about a thing because we winning
They was sleeping on the boy in the beginning
But now the DJs keep the boy’s songs spinning
Now she spinning on that pole
They looking at us cause we spending all this dough
Cameras flashing soon as I walk through the door
No one can talk, no one can take no pictures
Rolling up a swisher I think I can feel the liquor now
I can feel it, I can feel it
She dancing on me, spinning on me, know she feel it
You see that double cup right there? Please don’t spill it
[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Verse 2]
Now it’s Goyard on the belt
Goyard on my slippers make your shorty melt
She eating that dick up like it’s good for her health
I know she fucking with me cause I got some wealth
The kid finally hot, I’m tryna give these niggas hell
But my wrist cold steel
New ice alert, now my neck on chill
Pops ain’t bitching no more, he know that I’m gon’ kill
Foreign hoes call me, running up my phone bill
My gang is smelling like a pound of OG
New mink coat on me feeling hella cozy
Back in high school that bitch act like she ain’t know me
Now them diamonds in my Rollie told that ho to blow me

[Hook]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Told all of my niggas we rich forever-ever now
I say we rich forever-ever now

[Outro]
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans
I got cheddar now, can do whatever now
Riding round the city in my ripped jeans