Lyrics:
ich bin Promi auf den Straßen
Go fast, immer Beef, nix low carb
Straßensoldat, liefer' konstant
Immer en masse beste Stoff da, Bruder, guck
Ich
no carb in the yard then I'm flying it dust
Truss, no loyalty, she's lining them up
No royalty, your queen give it up, cheff chest and back, I'm
Low-carb Atkins diet
Diet Coke you got to try it
Everybody wants to be as thin as can be
Nip tuck erase those lines
Let's turn back the hands of time
fiending
Chay he play beats and talk life but they feel it
Used to drop rhymes with not one bar
And now I rap for bread with not one carb
And all my old
Kushplantage
Deine Mutter ist 'ne abgefuckte Zugedröhnte
Und alle Männer in Leggings sind Hurensöhne!
Ich fick die Low-Carb-Bitches, bin auf Fettsack-Modus
Brot nehm’ als wär’ das hier ’ne Low-Carb-Diät
Lines von ’ner hohen Qualität
Ich zeige diesen Crews mit flotten Sprüchen, wo es langgeht, wie ein
kaputte Schuhsohlen
Ich futter’ nur noch Pancakes mit Beefsteak
Wer ist dieser Low-Carb? Everyday Cheatday
Ich höre Blockflöten in meinem Kopf dröhnen
Und ich hab’ diesen Opa gefickt
Eure Szene ist ein Film, ich bin Protagonist
Was für Low-Carb, du Bitch? Mann, ich fress’ dich auf
Sogar Blümchensex
harder
I see Spanish girls, black girls and white girls too
White girl for the white girl what white girls do
Black out at SoulCycle you got carbs
knickers
It's futile to debate
With St Peter at the gate
Made of protein milkshake
And low carb intake
'Cause all in all you're just
Another prick
interview
Just trying hard to get thru my list of things to do
What's the use, might fake the flu
'Cause I've had enough
That's it - screw the low carbs
Ah, ah, Silla der K-K
Ah, yeah, ah
Unter tausend Kalorien pro Tag
Wenn ich mich definiere ernähr' ich mich nur Low Carb
Mein Lebensmotto ist:
auf Low Carb, doch mein Portemonnaie hat Massephase
Ich lass sie tanzen, eure Schlampen auf den Bassboxen
Treff mich im Attic, fünf Flaschen, acht
from cola bottles
He does equations just for fun
Eats low carb ice cream with his Mum
Sews Cub Scout badges on his sweater
He's just a feeling
a four-barrel carb and dual exhaust
4-11 gears it can really get lost
Got safety tubes but I'm not scared
The brakes are good, tires fair
Was out on San
bleibt die 1
Dicke Porke, was für low-carb, du Fotze?
Mozart der Gosse, Depot harter Stoffe
Diablo, Finger am Piano
Cash macht die Beats und du Pasta
neni bez viny
A víno piju pořád, zdravim Veltlíny víno
Chardo-nnay, Sauvi-gnon
Řekni mi kdo je Pondondon
Fitness, já jedu low carb
Tvoje cola neni cola
the Carb'
Hit his homeboy in the back while he runnin' a job
He shoulda kept duckin' and dodgin'
Can't show no love to a thottie, throw her to the posse
(uh, huh)
Leave that rice (leave that rice)
Watch my carbs
I don't sleep, watch the stars
Working hard, watch me graft
I've got devils to kill
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