CL500 English translation
von Gzuz
CL500 Lyrics Übersetzung
It's done, money well invested
CL 500, from now on we will erase
Freshly wrapped and I want to say thank you again
To all the fans out there, thanks for the sick car
And everyone shuts up when we hit the gas station
Drive very slowly to the gas station
She sees my car keys and she starts blowing
The bitch thinks I'll pick her up, she can wait a long time
Tank top sits, toothpick pointed
I press the pedal, I don't care if there are speed cameras
Alcantara, sitting on trains is long gone
Gazo and CLK's father
Pussy magnet as it just stands there
Don't come here with your little BMW
Don't be surprised if women don't see you
'cause it's no 500 Daimler Coupe
I count our revenue in my CL 500
Up and down the streets even if I have no reason
Your girl thinks I'm bluffing
If I press the gas he growls
I'm beating my meat in my CL 500
You ask how many PS bro? 308
B-pillar Yok brother, simply power
Your little one gets wet, you say "What a dick"
I say V8 makes noise at night
That's my performance tonight, too loud in the streets
Excellent sound thanks to the exhaust system
Back then I got a few years for robbery, today Gazi gets paid for performances (what?)
Paid for performing, everything in my tank it's eating me up
this car, this love, it makes you sick
Gasoline before bitches, I love the smell
Everything is chill when it rolls rolls
Bro first the CL and success follows
Ey I don't need gold and no Rolls-Royce
This star on the grille makes me very proud
I count our revenue in my CL 500
Up and down the streets even if I have no reason
Your girl thinks I'm bluffing
If I press the gas he growls
I'm beating my meat in my CL 500
And we bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, let's bubble, bubble
Five euros away
Ten euros away
CL 500, from now on we will erase
Freshly wrapped and I want to say thank you again
To all the fans out there, thanks for the sick car
And everyone shuts up when we hit the gas station
Drive very slowly to the gas station
She sees my car keys and she starts blowing
The bitch thinks I'll pick her up, she can wait a long time
Tank top sits, toothpick pointed
I press the pedal, I don't care if there are speed cameras
Alcantara, sitting on trains is long gone
Gazo and CLK's father
Pussy magnet as it just stands there
Don't come here with your little BMW
Don't be surprised if women don't see you
'cause it's no 500 Daimler Coupe
I count our revenue in my CL 500
Up and down the streets even if I have no reason
Your girl thinks I'm bluffing
If I press the gas he growls
I'm beating my meat in my CL 500
You ask how many PS bro? 308
B-pillar Yok brother, simply power
Your little one gets wet, you say "What a dick"
I say V8 makes noise at night
That's my performance tonight, too loud in the streets
Excellent sound thanks to the exhaust system
Back then I got a few years for robbery, today Gazi gets paid for performances (what?)
Paid for performing, everything in my tank it's eating me up
this car, this love, it makes you sick
Gasoline before bitches, I love the smell
Everything is chill when it rolls rolls
Bro first the CL and success follows
Ey I don't need gold and no Rolls-Royce
This star on the grille makes me very proud
I count our revenue in my CL 500
Up and down the streets even if I have no reason
Your girl thinks I'm bluffing
If I press the gas he growls
I'm beating my meat in my CL 500
And we bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble, let's bubble, bubble
Five euros away
Ten euros away
Writer(s): Gzuz -, Krueger Jakob Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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