Lyrics:
Hotel nur ich und sie (ja)
Leg' und zieh' (pah)
An den Füßen weiße Yeezys
An mein' Schwanz Bitches mit Bikinis
In der Hand American Pitis
Um den Hals
Russenhocke
Express American, Frauen so wie Marilyn
Dank meinem Management frühstücken im Sheraton
Ja, ja, du bist übertrieben krass
Doch warum lutscht du
Winged
I signed a petition
Helping elders make amends
It's for the cold war
I gave back the paper
And looked straight into his eyes
No anger
Jukebox babe, ohh
St. Francis Street electron war
Jukebox babe playing number four
Avenging angel feeding the poor, ohh
Jukebox babe
Jukebox babe
I was raised in the blaze of a burnin' out sun
Between wars and before the old west had been won
That old American story of a boy and a girl
Driving
vorsichtig, Baby, hier gibt's kein Vertrauen
Ja, sie wollen mein' Arsch und ich will nur raus, ah
Double Cup dirty, ja, sieht schmutzig aus
American Candy
Zeigen kein Face wie Dybala von Juventus Turin
Was für'n American-Dream
Unsere Herkunft ist begraben
Darum schmücken wir mit Fahnen unserer Herkunft die
trotzdem hatt' ich gute Quali
Ja, war ein Dealer schon mit elf
Ja, gib mir mein Cash
Sie machen, was ich sag', hustel' jeden Tag
Lebe wie ein Star,
zu 'nem Trendsetter
Jedes mal, wenn ich in' Store geh' wie WM-Treffer
War nie in Mekka, doch im Harrods
Swagger Neil Barrett
American Express für
I'm walking through the jungle
In my brand new war machine
It's something you have never seen
I come to take away your breath
I come to give
eure Windeln doch selbst
Ihr denkt, ihr findet Geld, besser wär, ihr findet euch selbst
Manche Rapper sind In, halt, doch nicht wegen dem Inhalt
Ihr
neighborhood
To the studio trying to fight me
She need to get a, piece of the american pie and take her bite out
That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable
white people after watching rosewood
Swallow mecenary, I don't care how I get richer
Like American companies that did business with Hitler
Get
give me was 6 and I knew I had to do 3...
Long years behind bars
With the rest of American Most Wanted's stars
Then I asked myself: 'Why me?'
We're pushing stones bigger than a girl in the 9th month
See Americans ah turn the world in a timebomb
We ain't got no hoods, we have real slums
dude from that 70's show
Now I'm the guy who's video is in American Eagle
I stay fly like seagulls got hair like the Beatles
Spit truth for the people
Niggas are scared of revolution.
[T-K.A.S.H.]
There's a war going on at home
It's like Baghdad
In American cities where all the blacks at
Little
a three-course meal, and wash away the pain he feel
Imagine going to war for a country, and when ya get back
you can't work (what?) for none of they companies
auf's Herz
Ich bin ein Diener
Hand auf's Herz
Bin euer Vater
Hand auf's Herz
Der Freund und Helfer
Hand auf's Herz
In der Not
(Ich war nie
YA!
War when I hit you with the shit do a split
Take a shit have to go eat my shit kung-fu
Want my buffet? You fucking gay, ah
Wai-lo hit you with
Where the referee's son started way in advance
But still you living the American Dream
Silk PJ's, sheets and down pillows
Who the fuck would want
of the father
Hardly none of you mother fuckers even bothered to vote (nope)
Neither did I, seamless as I
Try to mend myself into the thread of American life
the meak, I be the strong first to weak
The wolf vs. the sheep, to fight and like cowboys and indians
Cops and criminals, American citizens vs. aliens
I
40 days and 40 nights
We're on our way to a war tonight
Look around see what we've become
We fight for something they've already won
There's no
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