Okay, Haft
Okay, Haft
Okay, Haft
Okay

Dum-Dum bullets in the Luger with the high tips
I'm from Frankfurt, don't make any jokes
Just pull the bank out or do you want to sit on the floor?
I wear the Santos on the left, the Roli glitters on the right
Determine the gram rate of cocaine crystal
Cause a sandstorm when we deal kilos
I go crazy, don't push politics
I load the gun before there are dead bodies
My guys deal big when they sell drugs
Whether in Nordi, Antonino, or O-F-City
Greetings to Hamburg to Milo and the clique
The north is cold, Cho, and the south is dirty

I drive the Porsche into the forest because that's where my hideout is
The engine is cold, yet I'm speeding
Get the material, buried packets
The north is cold, Cho, and the south is dirty
The north is cold, the south is dirty
The north is cold, the south is dirty
The north is cold, the south is dirty (Okay)
The north is cold, the south is dirty

Don't talk on the phone, don't talk on the cell
With me, there's only Jayjos, what Xannys?
You want to get a KG, let's meet, Penny
Premium coke, no synthetic
Odorless from Peru, the stuff hits heavy
Yours smells like ethanol, snot, chemicals
I knead the silicone tits of the bitch Jenny
After that, she can blow the penis in my Bentley

I drive the Porsche into the forest because that's where my hideout is
The engine is cold, yet I'm speeding
Get the material, buried packets
The north is cold, Cho, and the south is dirty

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