More songs by Aymen
Description
Associated Performer, Lyricist: Aymen
Producer: PzY
Mixing Engineer: Felix Eschmann
Mastering Engineer: Niklas Neumann
Lyrics and translation
Original
Bin auf Runterkommer irgendwo im Nobelapartment
Schmeiße Hunnis in die Luft, weil es nicht so wie davor
Heute tragen Weiber, die ich ficke, Mode von Dior
Aber Aymen trägt bis heute noch die Mode wie davor
Ich hab gemacht und auch bekomm'n, bei Gott, hab jahrelang gefror'n
Jede Zeile, die ich schreibe, waren Tränen, oh Mamam
Ich habe Hood in meinem Blut, du hast Cops an deinem Ohr
Du hast mit Para nichts zu tun, sagt die Reserve in dei'm Ford
Bin auf Makatussin, Opiate und Haze
Vier Substanzen in der Blutbahn, droppe noch 'ne Day-Date
Deine Bitch dreht sich in S-Form für die Bottles Champagne
Hundert Kanaken-Double, Asi-Style, Kakashi Sensei
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
Die Knarre, sie glänzt, mein Messer, es glänzt
Don't fuck around with real G's
Frisch aus dem Berber, die Fresse, sie glänzt
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
Prince of Tunisiano, weil ein Adler nicht mit Tauben fliegt
Don't fuck around with real G's
Snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
Eywa, sma3, wir sind Ticker, sagt wer?
Böse Auge trifft dich, machst du in Hood dickste Transfer
Eywa, sma3, glaub mir, Nürnberg macht mehr
Hinter Schweiggerstraße kriegst du Stiche durch die Moncler
Roll mit CC in 'nem Porsche 911
Ich mach harbi dick Geld, Speedie gegen die Welt
Presse Kicki an mein'n Nachbar Miguel
Bin zwei Stunden später mit Madame im schönsten Hotel
Ich bin kriminell, check, gib dein'n Handy und die Uhr
Deine Abis bekomm'n Schell'n, gib Respekt, du kleiner Huen
Hier wird abgepackt im Flur, Business ohne Abitur
Nimm ma' Probe, geh ma' kiffen, danach klären wir den Kurs
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
Die Knarre, sie glänzt, mein Messer, es glänzt
Don't fuck around with real G's
Frisch aus dem Berber, die Fresse, sie glänzt
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
Prince of Tunisiano, weil ein Adler nicht mit Tauben fliegt
Don't fuck around with real G's
Snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
Dieses Leben schmeckt so bitter, meine Jungs sind hinter Gittern
Knarre, sie glänzt, mein Messer, es glänzt
Don't fuck around with real G's
Frisch ausm Berber, die Fresse, sie glänzt
13,50 für 'n Kilo Hasch
Penner halten sich warm an brennenden Tonn'n
Ich bin wieder am Block, hab Krisen im Kopf
All eyes on me, denn wir fahr'n einen Neuwagen
Und wir beten zu Gott (wir beten zu Gott)
Weil ein Adler nicht mit Tauben fliegt
Don't fuck around with real G's
Snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
English translation
I'm on my way down somewhere in a posh apartment
Throw Hunnis in the air because it's not the same as before
Today, women I fuck wear Dior fashion
But Aymen still wears the same fashion today as before
I made it and got it, by God, I froze for years
Every line I write was tears, oh Mamam
I got hood in my blood, you got cops on your ear
You have nothing to do with Para, says the reserve in your Ford
I'm on Makatussin, opiates and haze
Four substances in the bloodstream, drop another day date
Your bitch turns in an S shape for the bottles of champagne
One Hundred Kanaken Double, Asi Style, Kakashi Sensei
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
The gun, it shines, my knife, it shines
Don't fuck around with real G's
Fresh from the Berber, the face is shining
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
Prince of Tunisiano, because an eagle does not fly with pigeons
Don't fuck around with real G's
Snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
Eywa, sma3, we are tickers, who says?
Evil eye hits you, you make the biggest transfer in Hood
Eywa, sma3, believe me, Nuremberg does more
Behind Schweiggerstrasse you get stitches from the Moncler
Rolling with CC in a Porsche 911
I'm making big money, Speedie against the world
Press Kicki to my neighbor Miguel
Two hours later I'm in the most beautiful hotel with Madame
I'm a criminal, check, give me your cell phone and the watch
Your Abis will get a bell, give them respect, you little huen
Packaging is done in the hallway here, business without a high school diploma
Take a sample, go smoke weed, then we'll sort out the course
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
The gun, it shines, my knife, it shines
Don't fuck around with real G's
Fresh from the Berber, the face is shining
You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife
Prince of Tunisiano, because an eagle does not fly with pigeons
Don't fuck around with real G's
Snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace
This life tastes so bitter, my boys are behind bars
Gun, it shines, my knife, it shines
Don't fuck around with real G's
Fresh from Berber, the face shines
13.50 for a kilo of hash
Bums keep warm by burning barrels
I'm back on the block, I've got crises on my mind
All eyes on me, because we're driving a new car
And we pray to God (we pray to God)
Because an eagle doesn't fly with pigeons
Don't fuck around with real G's
Snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace