Oh la la la, oh la la la
Oh la la la, oh la la la

Smoke Gelato in the six-pack and eat pasta with scampi
Put stone in the mixer and have my Karambit in Canta
Best quality, in the Canta from LV
I smoke my psh psh and play on the guitar re

We go in for life for yellow notes in the jeans
Soul cries, the area almost drives us into psychiatry
How often have I sworn, leave everything lying with God
But again I sit in the getaway car and hands on my head

Oh la la la, oh la la la
Break into the store, masked, hood deep
Oh la la la, oh la la la
Hit the security until he lies on the ground
Oh la la la, oh la la la
There's much more in the cash register than in your million deal
Oh la la la, oh la la la
The boys come in, have to flee from the cops with 300

Get out of the Benz with a crowbar
Four boys smash in six windows
Have a different way of thinking
That's why we shit on the law
Octagon, I run away from cops
Your time, it's up, make room when the Allstars come

I risk my life, with every step I move away from paradise
Because adrenaline rises
Whenever someone makes movies in the block
Catch a bullet for the team like Courtois
Have four in the revolver, the voice in the head makes

Oh la la la, oh la la la
Break into the store, masked, hood deep
Oh la la la, oh la la la
Hit the security until he lies on the ground
Oh la la la, oh la la la
There's much more in the cash register than in your million deal
Oh la la la, oh la la la
The boys come in, have to flee from the cops with 300

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