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  • Drake – Time Flies Lyrics

    Yeah, I’m outside in an AMG
    Right outside, TT
    Too turnt, baby girl, you know me, yeah
    Still with the dawgs that I grew beside
    All the niggas ’round me ride or they die
    Gotta watch the time ’cause it’s flyin’ right by
    I’m outside in an AMG, yeah
    Right outside, TT
    Too turnt, baby girl, you know me
    Who am I? All the niggas ’round me ride or they die
    Gotta watch the time ’cause it’s flyin’ right by
    Too turnt, baby girl, you know me

    I just caught a shawty off a finsta
    Just threw on a hoodie, it’s a Crenshaw
    Way that I been livin’ unconventional
    I’m just tryna make it to the end, ya know
    Certain things just started gettin’ tenser
    Think we need to have us an adventure
    I could be your man but maybe down the road
    Right now I would rather see my heart turn to chrome
    Rather see my heart turn crystal
    I can’t even front like I don’t miss ya
    Right now I’m just stuck inside the crib on my own
    Soon as I free up, I’m ’bout to pop up on your phone like

    I’m outside in an AMG
    Right outside, TT
    Too turnt, baby girl, you know me, yeah
    Who am I? All the niggas ’round me ride or they die

    Gotta watch the time ’cause it’s flyin’ right by
    Too turnt, baby girl, you know me
    Yeah

    Heart’s still on javelin, baby
    Too turnt, baby girl, you know me
    I was pullin’ off ‘fore they knew me
    Sometimes I wish there was two of me or three of me
    When it was you and me
    I felt like I love you too much to change you
    You believe in angles more than angels
    Feel like I’ve been going through too much to explain to you
    But I’m still the same way I was when I came to you
    Everything I have, what I had to exchange for you
    Everything I’ve been through, I can’t even complain to you
    Wish it stayed the same for you, sorry
    I’m sorry

    And-and-and-and—
    I’m outside in a—
    I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m— (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—, I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—)
    I’m outside in a—
    I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m— (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—, I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—)
    I’m outside in a—
    And-and-and-and I’m outside in a—
    I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m— (I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—, I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m—)
    I’m outside in a—
    Woi-oi, woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi-woi-oi


  • 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


  • 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


  • 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

    [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

    [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