Smith N Wesson Lyrics – Kianush
Singer: Kianush
Title: Smith N Wesson
[?] import and tax, but Tam requite me some Smith n Wesson
And got me some n#gg#s for make sure Smith n Wesson get their jobs done
Yeah, ich mache Touchdown, Baby
Das ist wie’n digitaler Bankraub
Wenn die Polizei kommt, drehst du den Sound auf Limit
Zehntes Stockwerk – Downtown-City
Mama klopft g’rad Sand vom Teppich
Während ich Beats bau’ mit Hand auf Record
Geb’ ich Gas, bin weg, One-Way-Ticket
Digger, das ist meine Welt, los Baba, gib ihm
Digitale Schockwellen, kille alle TopTen-Rapper mit der Mucke, die euch Kindern den Kopf bangt (eh!)
Nutten, die sich hinter Cops stellen, nennen sich Gangster, aber
Leben in ‘ner Popwelt
Hee, Ghostcity, wir machen das Showbusi, one Milli, alle meine Songs killi
Baller Alben auf Turbo und smoke Phillies, rock the stage, bilde eine top defense
Training day, töte mit 808s
Warum Beef, wenn ich euch alle eh nicht seh’
Aus dem Weg, ich wurd’ zum killen ausgebildet
Alles Fakes werden ausgefiltert
Wo sind die Dogs, die am Start waren
So viele Cops hier am Stadtrand
Wo sind die Dogs, die am Start waren
So viele Cops hier am Stadtrand
[?] import and tax, but Tam requite me some Smith n Wesson
And got me some n#gg#s for make sure Smith n Wesson get their jobs done
Yeah, ich mach ‘n Slamdunk, Dadash
Übermorgen sind wir am Benz fahren, Baba
In der S-Class teil’ ich mit der Gang das Para
Cops komm’n – Danger – Hands up, brother
Bang Parts, ziehen deinen Verstand ballern wie ‘ne Handgun
Bring mit deinen Chef ran, yallah
8 Gramm Kush in der Hose versteckt
Aber Duft übersprüht mit Eau de Toilette (Brr!)
Im M6 schnell unterwegs
Aber wirken wie gelähmt nach dem Stellungsbefehl
Gang-Member tragen Bandana bei Vendetta
Sag, wer hämmert Rap-Bullets quer durch dein Camp, Penner
Seh so viele Rapper, die Hype haben, doch nix schaffen
Dick Patte gebunkert, ich fick Ratten
Kids paffen out auf dem Parkdeck
Kleiner Bruder, das war’s jetzt, der Ermittler kommt verdeckt
Wo sind die Dogs?!
Sag mir wo sind die Dogs, die mit uns am Start waren!
Fick Zelle, loyal bis zum Tod
Nie wieder Schwarzfahren, Mittelfinger, für all die Leute, die damals gelacht haben!
Rap für all meine Fans
Während wir im Benz durch deine Stadt fahren!
Wo sind die Dogs, die am Start waren
So viele Cops hier am Stadtrand
Wo sind die Dogs, die am Start waren
So viele Cops hier am Stadtrand
[?] import and tax, but Tam requite me some Smith n Wesson
And got me some n#gg#s for make sure Smith n Wesson get their jobs done
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Smith N Wesson – English Translation
[?] Import and Tax, But Tam Requite Me Some Smith N Wesson
And Got Me Some n#gg#s for Make Sure Smith N Wesson Get Their Jobs Done
Yeah, I’m doing touchdown, baby
That’s like’n digital bank robbery
When the police come, you turn the sound on limit
Tenth floor – Downtown City
Mama knocks G’rad sand from the carpet
While I beat beats’ with hand on record
Get me gas, I’m gone, one-way ticket
Digger, that’s my world, Los Baba, give him
Digital shockwaves, complain all the best rappers with the MUCKE, which bangs you children’s head (EH!)
Hooks that put themselves behind Cops call themselves gangster, but
Life in a pop world
Hee, Ghostcity, we do the showbusi, One Mille, all my songs killi
Baller albums on Turbo and Smoke Phillies, Rock the Stage, form a top defense
Training Day, killing with 808s
Why beef, if I do not see you anyway ‘
Out of the way, I was trained to kill
All fakes are filtered out
Where are the Dogs that were at the start
So many cops here on the outskirts
Where are the Dogs that were at the start
So many cops here on the outskirts
[?] Import and Tax, But Tam Requite Me Some Smith N Wesson
And Got Me Some n#gg#s for Make Sure Smith N Wesson Get Their Jobs Done
Yeah, I’ll make a slamdunk, dadash
The day after tomorrow we are on Benz, Baba
In the S-Class I part of the para
Cops Komm’n – Danger – Hands Up, Brother
Bang Parts, pull your minds ballers like a handgun
Bring with your boss Ran, Yallah
8 grams of Kush in the pants hidden
But scent overprints with Eau de Toilette (BRR!)
Fast on the M6
But work as paralyzed according to the position command
Gang-Members wear bandana at Vendeta
Say, who pounds rap-bullets across your camp, Penner
See so many rappers who have hype, but do nothing
Dick Patte Bunkert, I f#ck Rats
Kids puff out on the parking deck
Little brother, that’s it now, the investigator is concealed
Where are the Dogs?!
Tell me where are the dogs that were at the start with us!
f#ck cell, loyal to death
Never again black, middle finger, for all the people who laughed at that time!
Rap for all my fans
While we drive through your city in Benz!
Where are the Dogs that were at the start
So many cops here on the outskirts
Where are the Dogs that were at the start
So many cops here on the outskirts
[?] Import and Tax, But Tam Requite Me Some Smith N Wesson
And Got Me Some n#gg#s for Make Sure Smith N Wesson Get Their Jobs Done
Find more lyrics at lyrics.jspinyin.net
Lyrics Kianush – Smith N Wesson
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