Lyrics:
Wir haben n Attentat in deiner Bonzenvilla geplant
Wenn wir Glück haben machen 100.000 Kinder das nach
Und wir landen mit dem Shit in den Charts, also
bin jetzt da, werf' deinen Plan über Bord
Das ist HB-Rap in den Charts
Mega nice, so wie Es zu dem Ta
Nice, ja ich mag dieses Wort
Du siehst ich
Eins Zwei, Eins, Zwei
Torchmann, Linguist
Wir waren mal Stars
Wir waren mal Stars, die Karriere ist vorbei das war's
Ihr rockt die Charts und
Eta Da in die Charts, next Superstar
Schießen und nicht quatschen, Mixtape war gestern
Nagelneue Reimketten, I shot the Sheriff
Der beste vom
a say mi go a Cape Town
From Cape Town a say mi a go to Durban
From Durban a say mi meet Mandela
When me meet Mandela a say we chart politics
Mi no
Watching ITV
Chart Busters bootboys
All right, Oh yeah who's scared tonight?
All right, Oh yeah who's scared to dance
How I learned to love the bootboys
alarms!
Without overthrowing tzars!
Without emptying the bars!
Without screwing with your charts!
60 revelations per minute
This is my regular meed
alarms!
Without overthrowing tzars!
Without emptying the bars!
Without screwing with your charts!
60 revelations per minute
This is my regular meed
chart and I will not, stop
But we ride, then we roll, and you stop (like we always do it 'bout this time)
Yeah we go, yeah we go (hey, hey, hey)
Yeah
chart and I will not, stop
But we ride, then we roll, and you stop (like we always do it 'bout this time)
Yeah we go, yeah we go (hey, hey, hey)
Yeah
Rockstar, wir sind Stars
Ya Habibi, Brudi, von der Straße in die Charts
Ya Habibi, ya Habibi, ya Habibi (jaa)
Ya Habibi, Magazin geladen, wir sind scharf
until a million
Till then we cruisin' in a van
F*** a hoe, I'm dripped in gold
I'm riding to the top of charts
You sliding in and out of hoods
Step
you can't tear me apart
Don't be surprised when I'm running the charts
Haven't been sleeping in days
Haven't been sleeping in days
I cannot loaft
I
Yo, I ain't fucking with nobody, you hoe mad
Just another one day that I have been bad
I'll be running on them charts, in love with my ass
While you
Top of the charts
She lookin' at me like I'm star
Like "where we goin'?" I'm like
Baby we're going far
VVS I'm putting diamonds on my scars
(I don't believe the chart)
Let's get dirty four minute
솔직히 말해줘 can I eat
소신 발언 I killed this motherfucking 랩퍼s 제치고 넘버원
I'm not sipping
shoes you wouldn't feel so smart
'Cause I'm A-1 on the jukebox, nowhere on the charts
My Agent gives me spendin' cash, his pockets seem so deep
on and jumble
on and get the words back to front and front to back and all that good stuff.
Run To The Hills, chart position number seven, got there. Released
like a damn crop duster
After dark the riot starts, way uglier than Bubba Sparxxx
Still tryin' to raise the charts so I don't have to push a shopping
drug zone, we was grindin' up the charts
I see the hate in the air through these new Cartiers
Should I true blue the coupe or vanilla?
See, it ain't
You're a rock-n-roll star
You are out of the charts
Your blood is cold you're getting old
But your life is rock-n-roll
That crazy rock-n-roll
line and chart 'em higher (higher, higher)
Just keep it simple boys it's gonna be alright as long as you're inside the
Mainstream, are we moving too
You're a rock-n-roll star
You are out of the charts
Your blood is cold you're getting old
But your life is rock-n-roll
That crazy rock-n-roll
kriegst du paar Air Max in die Fresse
Ihr macht auf Michael Jackson
Und redet mit der Presse
Von Asylheim in die Charts mit gefälschte Pässe
Ich spiel'
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