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BAGUETTES & BUGATTIS Lyrics by Kollegah Kollegah
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Cross Border Armageddon
Suit up, stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Suit up, stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Ballin' I'm 24/7 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 dead men walkin' like a pack of zombies'
OG duty, load the Uzi, no, sir, you haven't spoken truly
No excuses, that doesn't play any role anymore like John Belushi
Shoot you down, 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 goons for a dollar loan, they break you from ankle to collarbone
Got killers from Lebanon
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
Traffickin' white from the Netherlands
Pull out the chopper, then light up the heaven by night to retaliate
Chances of gettin' away with your schemes are one in a million
If I shoot one of my enemies down, I wanted a million
Posted on the block, recruitin', polizei prosecutin'
Kollegah der Boss, realest in the land of the Gothic ruins
Made her a drug courier to save her from prostitution
Kilos drugged to the Soviet Union
Military bunker where they been rocket-shootin'
Suit up stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Suit up stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Suit up stay strapped
B-b-baguettes and Bugattis
Suit up stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Better never meet me in a bad mood
I'll leave you swimmin' in a red pool
Hand grenade in my tracksuit big as a jackfruit
I kill 'em in a minute if I have to
I'm a shotter got the chopper
Like a pilot of a fuckin' 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 gangster shit out of pure fun
I came with a MAC-11 into 7-Eleven and said, 'Gimme all of your chewin' gums'
Gotta keep my adrenaline rampant
You're a weak man, I could kill in a handstand
Always hold that head high like a guillotine henchman
In front of medieval Frenchmen
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 stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Suit up stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Suit up stay strapped
B-b-baguettes and Bugattis
Suit up stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
Who wants some? Come get some
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