Lyrics:
intervals
It's like a message of some kind"
Foxy Music
Chill, (chill), chill, (chill), chill, (chill)
Chill, (chill), chill, (chill), chill, (chill
zwinger
Blicken hoch zu den rängen und ja wir schreien es laut
Sich öffentlich zu hassen ist out
Keiner macht mehr deutschen hiphop alle machen deutschen
die Szene in Flammen aufgehen wie das Hellgate
Das Original, eure Spotify-Charts klingen wie'n Schlagermusik-Hitmedley
Ra-ta-ta-ta, bis all den
Standard-Beats
Denkst, du kannst mir in die Quere komm'n?
Aber ich habe mehr davon
Chill und gebe keinen Fick auf deren Songs
Ich rappe immer sehr gekonnt, keiner
it's not us?
Watch out
Chill, ay, come on Kenny, bruh
Chill out, bruh (ay bruh, chill, chill, chill)
Watch out, bruh, that dog big as fuck, bruh
Spiders and Scorpions All In My Dreams
But it ain't a nightmare at all
Had to go out Now I'm back in the booth
Cause I know that I'm gonna win
Plan
See my fears along the road
Empty dreams and broken homes
Call it out to yesterday
Bring me home and hear me say:
All alone I struggle on
A falling
popping
The game is in my hands, no ball is gonna be dropping
Soon I'm gonna be the one that will be chart topping
Different colours on my garments call
dreißig Nutten, dafür hunderttausend Neider am Sack
Ihr habt's verzweifelt versucht, ich habs einfach getan
Hoooay vom Heim in die Charts
Kann jetzt
Leute unfickbar
Sie nannten uns "die Deutschen Twista"
Heute hast du Stricher weniger Likes als Mr. Wixa
Was für "Jay", Alter? Du heißt "Friedrich", du
Minaj, nur mit dickerem Arsch
Big Booty Bitches und Whiskey im Glas
Ich leb' den Deutschen Traum, dass ist Landliebe
Du löffelst deine Suppe aus, in der
to chill)
Everybody talkin' 'bout Pac's life
(It's 2Pac, the king)
What do you know about Pac's life?
What do you know? What do you know? (yeah)
(Only
ner Yacht chill
Bist du broke und hast Kopf ficks
Ist schon hart wies bei dir läuft
Deshalb werfen sie Auge auf mein Game
Verbringe Nächte in Studios
it
Tryna top the charts
I ain't barely even start
I gotta go out and get it
I gotta go out and get it
I don't got no mentions but I
Still gotta get
wann dann?
Chill' im VIP, die Bratans sind am Start (woof)
Hajde, bra, bring mir die größte Flasche, die ihr habt
Ich dreh' wieder mal am Rad und
top the charts?
What we gonna do
When they come for us?
Chillin' with the heat
Turn the volume up
Get a funky beat
Take a runnin' start
Tell me what we
& Hip Hop and after me
And if my CD go platinum then I’d rather be
At the top of your heart than the top of the charts
I said I told you from the start
(Watch it)
Relax, pump the brakes
You're speeding, money
(Watch it)
You'll smash your whole shit up
Man, chill (slow down)
Lights be
fünfzigtausend Dollar (Drip), Cali-Weed, Fendi-Drip
Fahr' auf Jetskis durch den Sommer (skrrt)
„Drip Too Hard“, chill' mit Gunna (slatt)
Dark Shades (ja),
you got any chips
You got permission from the boss
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
Composition so sharp, so dark ,so vivid
whipped
And they Pistol got ripped
Before you got any chips
You got permission from the boss
On a mission for the charts, out-smart my competition
Dana Goodman (chill) he thought the song was on track
So two weeks later it was out on wax
It busted up the charts like a hydrogen bomb
Up up up it
make you meet your doom, yeah, top of the charts very soon
That lil boy keep acting a fool, whatever get out of my room
I'ma go chill on the moon, like,
Tranna schedule some time so we can big chill
Cause imma pick you up
Around a quarter to ten
And I'm finna figure out what we doing round then
Imma play it
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