A keresés eredménye

Tycoon

Mad Clip
 
I know what you want whore
A tycoon from an Alana*
Who knows about guns
Who knows the homies
Who knows about caviar
Who knows about champagne(3x)
 
Ypo
 
I wasn't born from rich testicles
Running around with blades since i was a child
I know how it is to have
I know how it is to not have
I starved bitch
It's not what you see
Blue(royal) blood, they didn't give me a crown, the first king, with red blood,
A fucked up life, don't look at the baby, a life in the streets, sperm from plempa
You want the hommies
You want Gabbana
You want Versace
You want a Maserati
You don't wanna see me pussy
Feature with Martakis
Feature with Sfakianakis
Not even with Psinakis
Whatever you see yourself(2x)
Whatever bullshit happens, you call five lawyers
Looking at the stories
Every day the cops
OPKE, mask wearers, the gun on your face
What do you know about guns?
What do you know lil whore?
I taught her how to drink
Perignon instead of Martini
I took her from her Honda
Into a Lamborghini
I taught her how to drink
To shake her ass
 
Mad Clip
 
I know what you want bitch
A tycoon from an Alana*
Who knows about guns
Who knows the homies
Who knows about caviar
Who knows about champagne (2x)
Who knows about smoke clouds, who knows about steering wheels, who knows about drugs, who knows about living rooms, who knows how to eliminate you, i destroy your pussy
We fuck all the time
We wake up and fuck again
They leave, they call the money
I made 10k in a week, where are you whore
The pussies are asking for me
I know they don't like me
But they don't touch me
I know it you old whore
Versace, Dolce Gabbana
Five Star**, spa and saunas
Shrimps, Pasta
My perfume like a man's
I smell testosterone
I have guns, big bullets**
Which burn like pepperoni
I have marijuana trees
With the taste of a melon
I'm a king whore
I know you don't want a pawn
You want guns, adrenaline
Something that turns you on
Something That numbs your face
I know what you want bitch
A tycoon from an Alana*
Who knows about guns
Who knows the homies
Who knows about caviar
Who knows about champagne (2x)
 

Dealer

(Mad clip)
I never was good at school
I always sat at the last desk
When i was at home i never opened the books
I wanted to experience a grandeur
Dealer Dealer Dealer Dealer
Dealer Dealer (×2)
 
(Mad clip)
The teacher called me a loser
Cause i was at the last desk
I didnt wanna go to school
Neither did i care about the diploma
We live it on the edge
Up until the cut my neck off
A thousand thoughts race in my mind
I have to split the kilo
Throw them on the scale
Not even the crumbs will be spared
I just sold 80
Now i want a Lamborghini
Now i want fetuccine
Leave the lentils to the starving ones
I am in the clubs with the confused ones
At night with the hustlers
I dont hang out with the losers
Neither do i talk to the no-getters
I give respect where its due
If i dont know you, i dont even see you
9mm hidden in my pocket
You get wet like someone sprayed you with a hose
I always score like Carmelo
The haters pray for me to sufffer
I play with the pussy like my dick is a brush on a canvas
I'll only fuck her doggy style
I 'mma bounce, going to Eleytherios Venizelos Int. Airport
I'm going shopping in Maranello
I guess i consider myself as someone who doesnt give a fuck
A cat since I was young
My teacher was a hick
Let him search for the mistake he made
 
(REFREN-HOOK)
 
(Verse 2 Light)
I got a degree on business
All my homeboys are hustlers
Everyone talk about me but once they see me, they suck my cock
Hands up for the dealers
During the weekend at Princess casino
I lost 1,5k but got it back in a couple of hours
Yaw, i charged the dealer(?)
I've been sitting with the shooters
Transactions with the killers
Yaw, whassup whassup whassup
Fucker, bounce bounce bounce
We get high high high
Yaww, always outside during the night
Strippers love me
The feds hate me
Dont talk to me about business
Lifestyle and frauds
MDMA, Cocaine, with one call il be your plug
Yaw yaw yaw
I dealt like i was playing sports
I scored like i was Lebron
I sold the albanian weed
Got it for 1, sold it for 5, sold keys like it was nothing
They were jealous of me in the hood, only i had a gold chain
Yaw, i dont play by the rules
The faggots, the sluts
The triangles, the Masons
I want my bitches topless
The Ferragamo belts
The sky dweller rollies
Fuckwit, you got inferiority complex
No stress, more sex, I bow flex with mych weight
I dream of Porsches
I eat buds with my cornflakes
Wha Gwan, Free Mike
Freedom to the gangsters
Let the doors be open, fuck the popo