"Benz-Dealer" lyrics

Tommy Cash & Quebonafide Lyrics

"Benz-Dealer"

[Tommy Cash:]
(I) Alphabet tonight
(I) Higher than a kite
(I) Who trying to fight?
(I) My future looking bright
(I) I am always right
(I) Never had a type
(I) Want more sleep tonight
(I) Opened up the dyke
I sold my kidneys, sold my lungs to this rap game (rap game)
I sold my heart and my brain to this rap game (rap game)
Thank god, but I never sold my ass mate (ass mate)
I'm the money Zeus; I make the cash ring (cash ring)
I ain't got the bust down, there's nothing on my wrist (Yeah, hoe)
Heart and soul, God, but I never sold that bitch (Yeah, hoe)
Deep inside her cunt, scratch that, only signed her tits (Yeah, hoe)
Now she can have my kids (Yeah, hoe)

I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want, I'm that everything you not
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want (want), I'm that everything you not (not)

[Quebonafide:]
Pachnę jak gazolina, leję Chanel na jej szyję
Gazolina; dzwoni do mnie Benz Dealer
I nie chodzi o ćpanie, kasa balsamem na ranę
Styczeń, luty, marzec, kwiecień, maj - bach, pod Park Hyatt
Problemy zostają z tyłu (okay)
Niczego nie muszę od Somy, oglądamy domy, jak znajomy chirurg (yo)
Oglądamy większe, yo, beton I przeszklone wnętrze, yo
Walizka Rimowa, Jakub z Ciechanowa, chodź całować pierścień, yo
Mam cztery, a nie jeżdżę Audi (okay)
Dresy Margieli, nie Sprandi (okay)
Za chwilę wywiady w i-D, mój dealer wydzwania z Bawarii
Dwieście na godzinę, patrzymy na gwiazdy
Połykam jej ślinę I zagryzam wargi, yo
Nie bujam się z Barbie, ah (nie bujam się z Barbie)

[Tommy Cash:]
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want (I got), I'm that everything you not (got)
I got everything you need (I got), I got everything you got (I got)
I got everything you want (want), I'm that everything you not (not)

[Quebonafide:]
A, B, C, D, E, fuck you (fuck you)
Chcesz ze mną beef, no to zaraz ci kupię Wagyu (Wagyu)
Ręce spocone jakbym właśnie uciekł z łagru (łagru)
Znam grubszych Niemców niż twój stary wujek z Reichu, yo


Writer(s): Gabler Georg, Strobl Thomas M
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