Lyrics:
B-B-B-Beats by Esko
Esko!
Dit is die drip walk
Dansend kom ik binnen, net een cribwalk
Bitch, je kan niet staan in m'n lane
Bledders willen
chill
I pop another pill to get up out my thoughts (damn)
Life been really toxic, overrated
I don't feel appreciated anymore
By people I thought it
Satan I gatan
Veronica Maggio
Produced by Christian Walz
Album Satan I gatan
Du går med blicken vänd, kan du ha sett mig än?
Nån borde byta
even got to buy you stuff
I was broker than a joke, but you were by my side
I don't take that shit for granted, let me tell you why, hold up
People
over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be a little
Komm' in Jogginganzug wie ein Asozialer
Puste Shisha-Liquid aus dem Panorama
Meine Jungs starten Drive-Bys ausm Rolls-Royce (pow, pow)
Deine Jungs
má gule byť aj pozitívny
Yeah, a viem, že niektorí ma nemusia
Môj album si nepustia, keď pustia tak zneuctia
Kvalitu nepripustia, radi ma trochu
na celé mesto
V ktorom som porobil tak veľa zverstva
Ja mám view na celé mesto
V ktorom som porobil tak veľa zverstva
Že by 20 albumov ani náhodou
viem povedať v kľude
Že na tejto planéte vás ešte budem dlho strašiť
Ak napíšete, že chcete album, skúsim vydať ďalší
Pre vnútrobloky a lavičky,
7: Repeat with verse
New chores, yeah, "New Freezer" shit
New nigga, you can tell by my demeanor
I'm just thinkin' ahead, stackin' big boy chips
Ich cruise im Hummer durch die City, du wählst 1-1-0
Denn ich bring deine Gang-Member bei nem Drive-By um
Es macht einmal BUM (Bum)
Und du kommst
continue to be cool about it
And with this ladder I climb, I realize what's meant for me, will be
And by my side she will always be
See ain't nothing like
das neue Album?“-Fragen
Und du fragst mich, wie es Jan geht?
Ich frage mich, was dich das angeht
Ich will hier weg, ich muss pissen und dein Telefon
(Schöneberg)
Jeder Tag war wie der letzte (jeder)
Fick die Bullen, kenn' meine Rechte (fick)
Meine Kugeln in dein Thorax (Drive-By)
Schieße weiter, bis du
dir keine Sorgen, alter! Ich hab Graspäckchen da
Ja, der Mac ist am Start (yeah), bring' dein Album nicht raus
Steck's dir doch einfach direkt in dein
doing these things from when deyja was ran by randy
So the bars are sharp like a Stanley
Overstand me
I like Bashment
I like Jungle
I like electro
'cause her music's too loud
And she just caught up in the zone of a Ludacris album
Now she's home, she opens the door, moves to get out
Soon as the foot
narcissistic
Plus a shark at business
My art is dark and twisted
On the roof I'm getting chased, by two cop vets
Trying to memorize my verse for DjBooth.net
draps sont les leaders tombés sous les balles
Me saoulez pas moi j'ai quelques albums sous le bras
C'est de la soul en rap pour bad boys et scélérats
been used
And it looked like I dipped it in cranberry juice
It looked like I covered my face in tomato ketchup
By the time that I was through
un tremblement d'ter-toss
Amène ta clique: on les couche tous
On arrive dans l'rap tout schuss
Lourd comme la patate à Mouss Diouf
Drive-by en
Ihr seid alle gedoped, wir haben alle Kanonen
4-3, Drive-by vom Mountainbike
Meine Waffen sind echt, deine Counter Strike
Ali-Baba vierzig Räuber
of secret gon' reveal
You go sell out like an album deal
Shame on you, baby
The blame is on you, baby
Can't believe mi soldier girl get weak like an old
Mahal Kita Walang Iba
Ogie Alcasid
Mahal kita walang iba
By ogie alcasid
Album:
Eto na naman ang puso ko
Tumitibok-tibok at mayroong binubulong
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