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Bist du dumm? Wenn wir woll'n, dann brenn'n Autos (Ja) Hunde jagen Katzen und die Katze beißt die Maus tot Bull'n komm'n um die Ecke und die Jungs klettern das Haus hoch, heh Schüsse ballern nicht auf lautlos (Woah) Wir haben kein'n Bock auf Gefängnis, nein Weil weißt du, was das mit dir macht? (Es fuckt ab) Wir sind eh nicht frei und deshalb jeden Tag high Weil das ganze System ist wie Knast
You're takin' me out of the ordinary I want you layin' me down 'til we're dead and buried On the edge of your knife, stayin' drunk on your vine The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowin' we found Somethin' so out of the ordinary You got me kissin' thе ground of your sanctuary Shatter me with your touch, oh, Lord, return mе to dust The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowin' we found
Yeah, we gettin' money (Huh?) Yeah, we gettin' pape Shake that ass, hit a split, throw that whim all in his face We forever getting money, you forever gon' be mad Somethin' like BunnaB, 'cause her nigga dropped the bag Shake that ass, ho, whim whammie Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me(Uh-huh, okay) Shake that ass, ho, whim whammie Go get a bag ho, 'cause you don't scare me Okay, what's up? [Verse 2: YK Niece] Screamin', "Huh", oh, yeah, you broke We get some money, we want some more If you ain't a 10 then hit the door (Then hit the door, ho) He want this cat, I'm making plays No type of time, I'm making pape I might just put it in his face (I'm talking 'bout in it)
