(Worst)

You bastard, you chatterbox
You can do a lot, but you can't be a man
Apache, the gangster
Who occasionally swings his dancing leg
You sluts, you whores
You want trouble, but you don't know Mannheim
S-Classes cruising
Through Ludwigshafen when night falls

I walk alone through the city with my pearl
I've earned this status
I don't care what you're doing right now
You're dazzling, your story bores me
I'm on alcohol, I'm on alcohol
Three per mille and I'm writing a hit
You stay straight, what you don't say
In one-on-one you have Hayvans with

But no problem, but no problem
Because I can handle it, quite normal in my area
"My son, what happened? My son, what happened?"
Don't worry, mom, quite normal, that's how your son wanted to live, right?
But no problem, but no problem
Because I can handle it, quite normal in my area
"My son, what happened? My son, what happened?"
Don't worry, mom, quite normal, that's how your son wanted to live, right?

Indian, Apache, the bitches like what I post on Insta
Indian, Apache, posing shirtless on Insta
Indian, Apache, I'm standing here with my shirt in my pants
Because I'm Indian, Apache, German rap's Miroslav Klose
I don't give a shit about you because I don't think much of ADS bitches
She wants my number, but doesn't follow me on Instagram
Enter "Apache 207" and you'll find
Contact details for business inquiries, get in line

But no problem, but no problem
Because I can handle it, quite normal in my area
"My son, what happened? My son, what happened?"
Don't worry, mom, quite normal, that's how your son wanted to live, right?
But no problem, but no problem
Because I can handle it, quite normal in my area
"My son, what happened? My son, what happened?"
Don't worry, mom, quite normal, that's how your son wanted to live, right?

Ey, ey, ey

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