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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]




Drake – Over My Dead Body




[Hook: Chantal Kreviazuk]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…

[Verse 1]
I think I killed everybody in the game last year, man
Fuck it, I was on though
And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at a strip club (mm-mm)
Fuck it, I was wrong though
Shout out all to all my niggas living tax free
Nowadays it’s six figures when they tax me
Oh well, I guess you lose some and win some
Long as the outcome is income
You know I want it all and then some
Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim some
Shots came, I don’t know where they was sent from
Probably some bad hoes I’m ’bout to take the hint from
Yeah, you know me well, nigga
I mean you ain’t the only real nigga
They got me on these white women like Seal, nigga
Slave to the pussy but I’m just playing the field, nigga
Are these people really discussing my career again?
Asking if I’ll be going platinum in a year again?
Don’t I got the shit the world wanna hear again?
Don’t Michael Jordan still got his hoop earring in?
Man all of your flows bore me: paint drying
And I don’t ever be trippin off of what ain’t mine
And I be hearing the shit you say through the grapevine
But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time
Yeah…It’s been that way from the beginning
I just been playing, I ain’t even notice I was winning
And this is the only sound you should fear
Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright

[Hook]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…

[Verse 2]
You say I’m old news, well who the new star?
Cause if I’m going anywhere, it’s probably too far
Just performed at a Bar Mitzvah over in the States
Used half of the money to beat my brother’s case
Red wine over Fed time
And shout out to the niggas that’s doing dead time
Shout out to the bitches there when it’s bedtime
And fuck you to the niggas that think it’s their time
Yeah, don’t make me take your life apart, boy
You and whoever the fuck gave you your start boy
Oh, you wanna be a motherfucking funny guy?
Don’t make me break your Kevin Hart, boy
Yeah.. it’s whatever
You know, feeling good – living better
I think maybe I was numb to it last year
But you know I feel it now more than ever
My city love me like Mac Dre in the Bay
Second album, I’m back paving the way
The backpackers are back on the bandwagon
Like this was my comeback season back, back in the day
And I met your baby moms last night
We took a picture together, I hope she frames it!
And I was drinking at the Palms last night
And ended up losing everything that I came with
Feel like I’ve been here before, huh?
I still got 10 years to go, huh?
And this is the only sound you should fear
Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everything is all right

[Hook]
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"
When you know I’m the same
I know, I know you don’t love me, baby
They’re trying to take you away from me
Only over my dead body…

[Outro]
Three in the morning still going down…