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Dark nights on cocaine To high up in the game The rise and fall and rise again Life in times of a European gangster Leanin' on my porch in my white tennis shoes Sudden police raid, I smile, play it cool Ten grand set 'em in a nice, happy mood Ice-breakin' moves like a Titanic cruise Mafia, razzia, detectives are nervous That's not matchin' the purpose, you're just scratchin' the surface Like me when I'm scrapin' off a gun serial number Right beforе I put you in a long-period slumber Thriller on thе news 'cause I sent killers on the roof State attorney threatens me with big amounts of proofs Steady beatin' 'round the bush like Guerrilla combat troops Shut the fuck up, got you covered, vielen Dank, ist gut Now better let it go, that shit never happened, bro I read 'em like a novel of Sir Edgar Allan Poe I got that Makaveli flow, a veteran from way before When they were real men and not products of some rapper talent show I make a lotta money, European money Easy money, hoes sayin', "You are peein' money" Ridin' Porsches, lookin' like Flying Saucers Shinin' through the night, all my diamonds flawless And I went from Letras de canciones Dark nights on cocaine To high up in the game The rise and fall and rise again Life in times of a European gangster Dark nights on cocaine To high up in the game The rise and fall and rise again Life in times of a European gangster I survey my disco through panoramic windows Surrounded by some anorexic bimbos Albanians are dancing in the club with guns And the roof is on fire, Notre-Dame This the east, cold as ice, drive-bys on motorbikes It's goin' down with the chopper, Kobe Bryant Yo, the chambers where I wrote my songs in lonely nights (Yes) In the future will be visited as holy sights First I got rich, then I got wealthy First I knocked you down, then I shot a selfie I ain't into music, I'm not down with your beats I rap to sound of the beep of the counting machine I was twelve and already bangin' sluts in a coma While the rest was beatin' their meat like Rocky Balboa Way before my companies were hot to stock-exchange brokers Shootin' to the moon like Apollo rocket explorers I grab the GLOCK to reload it and start some burglary crimes Slowly blurrin' the lines like Burberry designs Now I'm standin' tall as Germany's finest So better go fuck yourself like a hermaphrodite I went from Dark nights on cocaine To high up in the game The rise and fall and rise again Life in times of a European gangster Dark nights on cocaine To high up in the game The rise and fall and rise again Life in times of a European gangster From Letras Mania