this morning i made some crepe, crepe
that was so delicious brah, brah
i rolled it like a wrap, wrap
my mood has changed at once ı felt bad, bad
betty's and rednecks are in all over the place
but i can't lie down in my home
i went out and i put on some t-rap, t-rap
my mind blowed at the moment, at the moment
oh yeah what a vibrant nightlife
the beverly hills boy can't sing, he can only spell
elite, fascits tourists are talking about
the streets and beat cops.
let's poor some whiskey and have sex
natalie the whore says ı want my money in cash
i said ok, c'mon honey
we don't have the bathtub but a shower cabin
oh yeah, mad teenage
this is how it goes; rolex, range (range rover)
your crew is like a bitch bitch
our crew is fucking rich, rich
bald boy, run to your elder
t-rap is cool, if you can made like the ender
baby boy run, baby boy hype!
you can be the windows while ı am macintosh
mandingo, norm ender
my ding-a-ling is dolce
sitter are saying it's a two seater
my haters are saying oh bastard!
"yeah, this night dude, this night
we are whacked out again
we are always whacked out
just fooling around
the cops are chasing us!
why the fuck are the cops are chasing us?"
baby boys, baby boys!
stick into the pop culture but talk about marley, 2pac
get a tattoo on your face, add autotune to a musty reggae tone and have become lil pump
but elif cemal from "pozitif" threatens me with my career like a hitler
i do not kneel, i can diss even your dynasty, ı am driving the fascists crazy!
i don't care the useless junkies who snort even at the backstage
and young revolutionaries listen me, but only douchebag addicts listen you!
if that dickhead circus baboon wants the forest law,
then the strong will eat the weak and no food for you!
hey, hey, here it goes!
gucci gang, gucci gang how it goes?
the owner of the place has returned now!
take the baby boys from the stage please!
hey, hey, here it goes!
mary jane, mary jane how it goes?
the owner of the place has returned now!
take the baby boys from the stage please!
don't be addicted to drugs with claiming its just a freedom,
turn the volume, turn the bass and the high of this.
if you are gonna screw hip-hop music
don't run from the police, run from me!
(run!)
run from the king!
this is for your dynasty,
hıdıdı - hıdıdı take that bitch!
that was so delicious brah, brah
i rolled it like a wrap, wrap
my mood has changed at once ı felt bad, bad
betty's and rednecks are in all over the place
but i can't lie down in my home
i went out and i put on some t-rap, t-rap
my mind blowed at the moment, at the moment
oh yeah what a vibrant nightlife
the beverly hills boy can't sing, he can only spell
elite, fascits tourists are talking about
the streets and beat cops.
let's poor some whiskey and have sex
natalie the whore says ı want my money in cash
i said ok, c'mon honey
we don't have the bathtub but a shower cabin
oh yeah, mad teenage
this is how it goes; rolex, range (range rover)
your crew is like a bitch bitch
our crew is fucking rich, rich
bald boy, run to your elder
t-rap is cool, if you can made like the ender
baby boy run, baby boy hype!
you can be the windows while ı am macintosh
mandingo, norm ender
my ding-a-ling is dolce
sitter are saying it's a two seater
my haters are saying oh bastard!
"yeah, this night dude, this night
we are whacked out again
we are always whacked out
just fooling around
the cops are chasing us!
why the fuck are the cops are chasing us?"
baby boys, baby boys!
stick into the pop culture but talk about marley, 2pac
get a tattoo on your face, add autotune to a musty reggae tone and have become lil pump
but elif cemal from "pozitif" threatens me with my career like a hitler
i do not kneel, i can diss even your dynasty, ı am driving the fascists crazy!
i don't care the useless junkies who snort even at the backstage
and young revolutionaries listen me, but only douchebag addicts listen you!
if that dickhead circus baboon wants the forest law,
then the strong will eat the weak and no food for you!
hey, hey, here it goes!
gucci gang, gucci gang how it goes?
the owner of the place has returned now!
take the baby boys from the stage please!
hey, hey, here it goes!
mary jane, mary jane how it goes?
the owner of the place has returned now!
take the baby boys from the stage please!
don't be addicted to drugs with claiming its just a freedom,
turn the volume, turn the bass and the high of this.
if you are gonna screw hip-hop music
don't run from the police, run from me!
(run!)
run from the king!
this is for your dynasty,
hıdıdı - hıdıdı take that bitch!
