Tag: Yeah Baby


Die Arzte – Die Banane Lyrics


[Verse 1]
Wir kannten uns noch nicht lange
Drum war mir auch bange vor'm Treffen mit ihr
Sie war ein traumhaftes Mädchen
Kein Doofie und Blödchen, wir gingen spaziern
Ein Essen bei Kerzenschein, Romantik und Wein
So sollte es sein
Der Wein war nicht zu verachten
Wir scherzten und lachten, mein Charme war erprobt
Das Essen war wirklich klasse
Zum Abschluss 'ne Tasse Kaffee, etwas Obst
Unser Glück gedieh, doch dann schälte sie

[Refrain]
Schälte sie die Banane, mein Gehirn wurde plötzlich zu Sahne
Yeah Baby, sie aß 'ne Banane
Statt Romantik warn nur noch profane Gefühle in mir

[Verse 2]
Meine Beherrschung ging flöten, ich fing an zu erröten
Die Stirn war schweißnass. Sie aß langsam und bedächtig
Der Anblick war prächtig – scheinbar hatte sie Spaß
Also habe ich schnell mehr Bananen bestellt

Alle Bananen der Welt

[Verse 3]
Ich sprach jetzt nicht mehr geschwollen
"Ich weiß, was die Damen von mir erwarten"
Geifer troff mir vom Kinn
Angewidert ließ sie mich sitzen, ich fing an zu schwitzen
Sabberte vor mich hin
Wieder sah ich sie nie, doch in meinen Träumen schält sie
[Refrain]
Da schält sie 'ne Banane, Mein Gehirn, das wird plötzlich zu Sahne
Yeah Baby, die Banane
Statt Romantik regiern nur profane Gefühle in mir

[Bridge]
Frauen essen Bananen, ohne was von den Folgen zu ahnen
Für sie ists nur Nahrungsaufnahme
Für den Herrn 'ne Fellatio-Reklame

[Outro]
Oh, Baby, iss die Banane
Mein Gehirn besteht eh nur aus Sahne
Yeah, Baby, iss 'ne Banane, scheiß Romantik
Hier herrscht nur profane Wollust in mir

Die Banane


Lil Yachty – Who Want The Smoke? Lyrics


[Intro: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Lil’ Juice]
I fuck with this shit, man
Ha
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up!
Word!

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
I-I-I hear shots comin’ on the low from hoes I’m higher than
This attention is so flatterin’ ’cause they’re admirin’
Don’t know what’s on their mind, but it should be retirement
Get the AARP or this AR get to firin’ (blat)
They don’t want smoke with me (no)
The diamonds is chokin’ me, their pussy need potpourri
These bitches is 0-3
And there ain’t a lower league, all in my ovaries
The fur on my shoulder mink
Tell me what Hov would think
I get the money, I am the king of New York
And I rock a sew-in weave (woo, woo, woo, woo)
I run it, I run it, I relay the win
They talkin’, they talkin’, I’m takin’ it in
I did not come here to make any friends
Who buried the bridge and aren’t makin’ amends
They don’t want none, I’ll say it again (yee!)
They don’t want none, I pray for their sins (hah)

[Chorus: Lil Yachty, BlocBoy JB & Cardi B]
Hotboxin’ in the whip (in the whip)
I don’t even smoke (smoke though)
But we drop tops and let it rip (skrrt, skrrt)
Pull up if it’s smoke (huh?)
With them big rocks up in her ear (word)
Chandelier (chandelier)
Can you hear? (Huh?)
Who that there?
Who want the smoke? (The smoke, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word, b-b-b-blat)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, who?)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Lil Yachty]
Is you fuckin’? (Yeah) Baby girl I need to know (who?)
Who finna run get the rubbers from the store? (Who there?)
Bitch so damn wet, drippin’ on my marble floor (drip, drip, drip)
Never not strapped, in my city, on my foe
Pull up in a two-seater (yeah,) in a wife-beater
With my bro, he be bangin’ like a car speaker
All black, late night like the Grim Reaper
Wrist in the air, turned the club to a new freezer

[Chorus: Lil Yachty & BlocBoy JB]
Who want the smoke? (The smoke)
Who want the smoke? (Word)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Word, word, word)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah)
Who want the smoke? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Who want the, who want the, who want the smoke? (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Offset]
Offset!
Glock 40 in my coat
My bitch keep fire in the Chanel tote (fire, fire)
Suffocate him, hang him by the rope
Hot potato, bullet, let it go (brrt, brrt, brrt)
The .44 put him in a yolk (.44)
Pull up in the store, no, like he seen a ghost
And I got the kilo comin’ on the boat (kilo)
We gon’ move it fast, vamanos, vamanos (vamanos)
Niggas talkin’ foul on the d-low (foul)
[?] I’m standin’ at the line, shoot a free throw
Medical, I sip a couple lines of fineto
Impeccable, the Richard Mille line, man, it’s see-through (impeccable)
Who want the smoke? Wet him up, humble up
Seen the Ghost, [?] got a scope and I hope
That they pull up to the spot with the ho
Get smoked with the pole in the middle of the store (smoke)
The SIG pulled out, nigga had a stroke
[?] at them niggas, shawty, I don’t know
Choppa made that bitch (bah), ain’t nowhere to go
Throw him off the boat (die), in the river, float (float)
30 round clip in this clip clear (clear)
I’m in the Wraith so I’m lookin’ at the rear mirror (mirror)
Free jit, we ain’t goin’ for that shit, period (free jit)
Red dots on their pussy, niggas on their period (hey, hey)