[Songtext zu „Guten Tag (FV Remix)“]
[Intro]
Fieber
[Part 1: PS Hitsquad]
Look, two in a dot-dot, three in a hatchback (Hitsquad)
Slide on the opp block, we don't need satnav (Hit dons)
Or I just walk up, do it, and walk off, did a Paul Walker, pull up and crash that (Bap)
Splash that, push it and drag that (Wah)
When they see black gang, probably gets flashbacks (Fah)
Black tracksuit and a black gat
Run out of luck if you see me in black cats (Some runners)
Run a man down in my black Air 1's (Stepper), used to get man down in Huaraches
Live-o, chef man down like hibachi
Now the team kick like karate (Pepper)
Still roll with my flick shank calmly
Flick that, push it in, twist like a car key (Chef up)
Man drill it on beats and drill it on streets, gotta mention P like Taraji
Yuck man down, leave blood in the streets (Yuck)
Now I got blood on my sleeve (Oh, shit)
HSQ, man do it and leave
Chest shot, no, you can't tell him to breathe
Shut out thе car from the passenger sеat (Bap)
Or I just do it on feet (Bap, bap)
Pepper, that's how I'm doin' up beef
Stepper, know what I do on my feet (HSQ)
Man got straps, shell-toe (Hitsquad, baby)
I just angle the arm like an elbow (Bap, bap)
Muppet, I make him look like he's Elmo
Yuck it, could've got luck, but he fell though (Oh)
More time, bro's strapped up like a Velcro (Packin')
School's out, I let the bell go (Slappings)
Hitsquad hit dons, rap cap? Hell no
Why you think bro still chat on the jail phone? (Free him up)
[Intro]
Fieber
[Part 1: PS Hitsquad]
Look, two in a dot-dot, three in a hatchback (Hitsquad)
Slide on the opp block, we don't need satnav (Hit dons)
Or I just walk up, do it, and walk off, did a Paul Walker, pull up and crash that (Bap)
Splash that, push it and drag that (Wah)
When they see black gang, probably gets flashbacks (Fah)
Black tracksuit and a black gat
Run out of luck if you see me in black cats (Some runners)
Run a man down in my black Air 1's (Stepper), used to get man down in Huaraches
Live-o, chef man down like hibachi
Now the team kick like karate (Pepper)
Still roll with my flick shank calmly
Flick that, push it in, twist like a car key (Chef up)
Man drill it on beats and drill it on streets, gotta mention P like Taraji
Yuck man down, leave blood in the streets (Yuck)
Now I got blood on my sleeve (Oh, shit)
HSQ, man do it and leave
Chest shot, no, you can't tell him to breathe
Shut out thе car from the passenger sеat (Bap)
Or I just do it on feet (Bap, bap)
Pepper, that's how I'm doin' up beef
Stepper, know what I do on my feet (HSQ)
Man got straps, shell-toe (Hitsquad, baby)
I just angle the arm like an elbow (Bap, bap)
Muppet, I make him look like he's Elmo
Yuck it, could've got luck, but he fell though (Oh)
More time, bro's strapped up like a Velcro (Packin')
School's out, I let the bell go (Slappings)
Hitsquad hit dons, rap cap? Hell no
Why you think bro still chat on the jail phone? (Free him up)
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