Ich war English translation
von Vega
Ich war Lyrics Übersetzung
Brother, come with me, I'll show you what I was
I've been writing bars for as long as I can remember
And I built what I am today the hard way
What I am today, you need too
You look at me, I was the hope for German rappers
Still unrivalled, run bro, gay German rappers
I was high on the Nuts Bubbles
Had to hit for the cash when you show hash-para
Me with a block in my jeans pocket
Walked across the block and Weed puffed
Do I have to flee from the cops - street hustle
But I wanted to earn money with other rap
Set up labels and set them on fire again
Buckwheatie Gold Boy, Butterfly CEO
Where I am, that's where the money goes, you see, bro
I was headed for the fire
A bunch of good guys surrounded by hypocrites
[...] squad, principle to the clique
With King to the style, here we are, getting fucked
I was everything you wish to be
Anything you would like to be
Martin Merkt is a ridiculous spat
A few things the press made me into
I was anti-gay, cool shit, "punker verreck"
(That's why my hand's on my dick when I rap)
And after the splash! a few people called me a Nazi
Because of the Onkelz shirt, that's outstanding you bitches
And this music would be misogynistic
No, this is "penis out and fuck her in the stomach until it bangs"
And that' a 2-5 katana, boy, it stabs opponents
Ask my boys if I drink I'm a fuck giver
Front me, go G with some Dullis
And you get uncool calls like that whore from Scream
You're not real, you're not a fucker
My next album has its feet on the table - "Bring beer and get the shit button"
Hard way gone, my life was the price
Today A5 Sportback, kick until he screams
I've been writing bars for as long as I can remember
And I built what I am today the hard way
What I am today, you need too
You look at me, I was the hope for German rappers
Still unrivalled, run bro, gay German rappers
I was high on the Nuts Bubbles
Had to hit for the cash when you show hash-para
Me with a block in my jeans pocket
Walked across the block and Weed puffed
Do I have to flee from the cops - street hustle
But I wanted to earn money with other rap
Set up labels and set them on fire again
Buckwheatie Gold Boy, Butterfly CEO
Where I am, that's where the money goes, you see, bro
I was headed for the fire
A bunch of good guys surrounded by hypocrites
[...] squad, principle to the clique
With King to the style, here we are, getting fucked
I was everything you wish to be
Anything you would like to be
Martin Merkt is a ridiculous spat
A few things the press made me into
I was anti-gay, cool shit, "punker verreck"
(That's why my hand's on my dick when I rap)
And after the splash! a few people called me a Nazi
Because of the Onkelz shirt, that's outstanding you bitches
And this music would be misogynistic
No, this is "penis out and fuck her in the stomach until it bangs"
And that' a 2-5 katana, boy, it stabs opponents
Ask my boys if I drink I'm a fuck giver
Front me, go G with some Dullis
And you get uncool calls like that whore from Scream
You're not real, you're not a fucker
My next album has its feet on the table - "Bring beer and get the shit button"
Hard way gone, my life was the price
Today A5 Sportback, kick until he screams
Writer(s): Lennard Oestmann, Marco Tscheschlok, Josy Napieray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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