paroles de chanson BAGUETTES & BUGATTIS - Kollegah

Cross Border Armageddon

Suit up, stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Suit up, stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)

Ballin Ballin, I'm 247 ballin
What a heavenly mornin', playin' golf with the state attorney
Paparazzi on my lawn doin' camera shots like Alec Baldwin
I tell 'em all, "You're walking like a pack of zombies
OG duty, no, sir, you haven't spoken truly
No excuses, that doesn't play any role anymore like John Belushi
Wrap you up in a rug like I'm a master at rollin' sushi
Got ice full of carats like I'm that snowman dude at the Frozen movie
Swimmin' in luxury like it's the temple of Solomon
I employ for a dollar loan, they break you from ankle to collarbone
Light up the cigar, get shrouded in smoke, this is Avalon
Office in Frankfurt, skyscraper high as the tower of Babylon
I am a veteran
Weatherin' storms like a weatherman
Pull out, then light up the heaven by night to retaliate (Ayy)
Chances of gettin' away with your schemes are one in a million (Shh)
If I see one of my enemies down, I wanted a million
Posted on the block, recruitin', polizei prosecutin' (Yeah, yeah)
Realest in the land of the Gothic ruins
Made her a courier to save her from
Kilos to the Soviet Union
Military bunker where they been shooting

Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
B-b-baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Get some)

Better never meet me (Was?) in a bad mood (Ja)
I'll leave you swimmin' in a red pool (Ayy)
Hand grenade in my tracksuit big as a jackfruit
I'm a shotter (Shotter), got the chopper (Chopper)
Like a pilot of a helicopter
Ra-ta-ta-ta, livin' like a GoodFella, Ray Liotta
Comin' up straight from the gutter
I get nothin' but respect like a T-rex
It's gon' be a hell of a weekend
As I reload, they be yellin', "No, please"
Got Gs on all fours like a telephone keypad
Challenges, I need new ones
I do out of pure fun
I came with a MAC-11 into 7-Eleven and said, Gimme all of your
Gotta keep my adrenaline rampant (Ahh)
You're a weak man, I could in a handstand (Yeah)
Always hold that head high like a guillotine henchman (Ja)
In front of medieval Frenchmen (Tzeh)
Before I grew up in a neglectful home
When I was freshly born
The doc said, "It's a man," in a respectful tone

Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
B-b-baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Get some)