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I ain't swimmin' with the wave (Wave), I am the wave (Yeah) Free spirits, see digits, never been a slave (Nein) Welcome to the Middle Ages (Yeah), trigger finger, AK (Yeah) Got your whole team catchin' bodies like they figure skatin' This is Germany (Yeah), we got a colder air (Ahh) No matter where you are, we come to clear the whole affair Bullet missed your head, I was blinded by a solar flarе Lucky you, walkin' on thin ice like a polar bear Think I'ma sparе your live, I think you're a wishful thinker (Uh, uh) I pull the pistol trigger with my middle finger All my methods drastic, all my stories cineastic Got no love for bitches 'cause them bitches made of plastic Hit the bank with a task force, robbin' and lootin' Nobody movin' (Yeah), cashier hits the button, I shoot him Hear some hostage screamin', "How much blood is he losin'?" Shit, blood is rushin', Vladimir Putin You afraid of chasin' money like this was a bear hunt Scared punk (Tfu), grow some balls like an air pump (Huh) The mobster didn't offer me a fair sum So I smashed his head in the toilet like a slam dunk Fass, Dobermann, fass Get him, boss, get him, boss Dobermann, fass Fass, fass, Dobermann, fass Get him, boss, get him, boss Letras de cancionesDobermann, fass Benz, Benz, Mercedes-Benz Get him, boss, get him, boss Dobermann bellt Benz, Benz, Mercedes-Benz Get him, boss, get him, boss Dobermann, fass Huh, huh, genius like Tony Stark Peak at the polar star, seek for the Holy God (Ooh) Me no hidin' in my sleeve like a poker card Flipping keys, shippin' overseas—Noah's Ark (Yeah) Policemen tappin' in the total dark 'Cause my doppelganger's a dead-ringer like Owen Hart Shoutouts to the polizei (Uh), I was on the road Keepin' a low profile like my old Rolls-Royce tiles Never been much of a golf player, now that's just a no-brainer Shoutouts to my coach and his cocained up co-trainer Kollegah, heavyweight like Joe Frazier, more acres Than a president, see, my residence got bodegas (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Real estate, tennis court (Uh), royal manner, seven floors Still remember days before, when suicide was last resort (Pooh) Pass the torch, mansion floors, gate so big, heavy doors Got strangers thinkin' they be knockin' on the Heaven's door 1984, a legend born in the ghetto wars Last-level boss, pullin' strings like workin' out with battle ropes Amsterdam traffickin', hangin' at the docks like stethoscopes Rain is pourin', gains are growin', AK save my status quo Game of Thrones, winter comin', snow season is raw For the cold regions of north, I bring a whole legion to war (Yeah) See these big dreamers reachin' for the stars Rappers are like Snickers, only gettin' peanuts for their bars, I'm (Hahaha) Countin' stacks 'til I can't count no more Round up four Russian killers at your house front door I'm the town's druglord (Yeah, yeah) Turnin' rocks into dead presidents like motherfuckin' Mount Rushmore Fass, Dobermann, fass Get him, boss, get him, boss Dobermann, fass Fass, fass, Dobermann, fass Get him, boss, get him, boss Dobermann, fass Benz, Benz, Mercedes-Benz Get him, boss, get him, boss Dobermann bellt Benz, Benz, Mercedes-Benz Get him, boss, get him, boss Dobermann, fass From Letras Mania