45er Street-Legend, lass uns im Kiez treffen
Abi bringt vier Gänge, meine Jungs woll'n viel essen
Suite-Check-in, 63er Benzer auf G-Wagon
Bringe Piç-Fressen mit einer Kugel um sieben Ecken
Jede Bitch ist Kim Kardashian, wozu über Liebe rappen?
Ihr kleinen Schwänze klebt an meiner Sohle wie Zigaretten
Dieses Jahr wird abgelöst, LiP auf dem Siegertreppchen
Ich will eure Mütter alle ficken, was für Friedenstreffen?
Vierundzwanzig-karatiges Gold unter miesen Dresses
Der Tequila scheppert in meiner Birne auf Weed und Xanax
Intensivverbrecher in meiner Clique, verzieh dich besser
Drei Million'n in ei'm Jahr, ich ficke eure Titelblätter
Bunker' meine Waffen unterm Bett
Neben mir sind sieben iranische Araber mit Cash
In der Jackentasche liegt ein Katana versteckt
Geh' mit XIDIR ins Studio, weil der Motherfucker rappt
Baller' drei, vier Patron'n in die Luft
Da draußen im Hof wird gepusht
Wir woll'n nur hoch mit den Jungs
Könnt spiel'n, aber so nicht mit uns
Im Ferrari Enzo
Maximales Tempo
Geh' nur mit meiner Gang hoch
Raus aus meinem Ghetto
Mach' deine Streetkreise zur Zielscheibe
Was wollt ihr kritisier'n? Mein Name steht für Geniestreiche
Roll' auf Speed weiter und sie suchen eine Angriffsfläche
Doch Gespräche zieh'n sich in die Länge wie 'ne Huskyfresse
Die Mucke lässt meine Verzweiflung kaschier'n
Schon viel zu fresh, sogar PAs Patron'n sind einparfürmiert
Dicka, ihr könnt gleich mal probieren, kommt, checkt den Egoshooter-Flair
Was für international? Mann, wir geh'n evolutionär, yeah
Krasser Charakterzug, die Überzeugung ist fester als ein Sandhandschuh
Und Bitches sind am kleben wie ein Wandtattoo
Stecke im Samtanzug, bin auf Santa Blue und auf Lahmacun
Kille die Pisser mit purer Gewalt, also bitte halt die Klappe zu
Was willst du tun? Neuner metallic auf Holzkommoden
Und die Vollidioten geh'n mir auf die Nerven, so wie Neurologen, ah
Relax, macht euch nicht viel Stress
Fuchs Musik, LiP, Highend-G-Rap
Baller' drei , vier Patronen in die Luft
Da draußen im Hof wird gepusht
Wir woll'n nur hoch mit den Jungs
Könnt spiel'n, aber so nicht mit uns
Im Ferrari Enzo
Maximales Tempo
Geh' nur mit meiner Gang hoch
Raus aus meinem Ghetto
Enzo: Translations in English and Lyrics - Xidir & Pa Sports
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Lyrics of Enzo
by Xidir & Pa Sports
Translation in English of the Song
Enzo by Xidir & Pa Sports
45s street legend, let's meet in the Kiez
Abi brings four courses, my boys want to eat a lot
Suite check-in, 63er Benzer on G-Wagon
Bring Piç-Fressen with a ball around seven corners
Every bitch is Kim Kardashian, why rap about love?
Your little cocks stuck to my soles like cigarettes
This year will be replaced, LiP on the podium
I want to fuck your mothers all, what kind of peace meeting?
Twenty-four-carat gold under lousy dresses
The tequila rattles in my pear on weed and Xanax
Intensive criminals in my clique, you better get out of it
Three million in a year, I'll fuck your covers
Bunker 'my guns under the bed
Next to me are seven Iranian Arabs with cash
A katana is hidden in my jacket pocket
Go into the studio with XIDIR because the motherfucker is rapping
Baller 'three, four patrons in the air
There is pushing out in the yard
We just want to go up the boys
Could play, but not with us
In the Ferrari Enzo
Maximum speed
Just go up with my gear
Get out of my ghetto
Make your street circles a target
What do you want to criticize? My name stands for strokes of genius
Roll 'on speed and they are looking for a target
But conversations drag on like a husky face
The music hides my despair
Already way too fresh, even PA's patrons are perfumed
Dicka, you can try it right now, come and check out the ego shooter flair
What international? Man, we're going evolutionary, yeah
Crass trait, the conviction is stronger than a sand glove
And bitches are stuck like a wall sticker
I'm in a velvet suit, I'm on Santa Blue and Lahmacun
Kill the pissers with sheer violence, so please shut up
What do you want to do? Nine metallic on wooden chests of drawers
And the idiots get on my nerves, like neurologists, ah
Relax, don't worry too much
Fuchs music, LiP, high-end G-Rap
Shoot three or four cartridges in the air
There is pushing out there in the yard
We just want to go up with the boys
Can play ' n, but not like that with us
In the Ferrari Enzo
Maximum speed
Just go up with my gear
Get out of my ghetto
Abi brings four courses, my boys want to eat a lot
Suite check-in, 63er Benzer on G-Wagon
Bring Piç-Fressen with a ball around seven corners
Every bitch is Kim Kardashian, why rap about love?
Your little cocks stuck to my soles like cigarettes
This year will be replaced, LiP on the podium
I want to fuck your mothers all, what kind of peace meeting?
Twenty-four-carat gold under lousy dresses
The tequila rattles in my pear on weed and Xanax
Intensive criminals in my clique, you better get out of it
Three million in a year, I'll fuck your covers
Bunker 'my guns under the bed
Next to me are seven Iranian Arabs with cash
A katana is hidden in my jacket pocket
Go into the studio with XIDIR because the motherfucker is rapping
Baller 'three, four patrons in the air
There is pushing out in the yard
We just want to go up the boys
Could play, but not with us
In the Ferrari Enzo
Maximum speed
Just go up with my gear
Get out of my ghetto
Make your street circles a target
What do you want to criticize? My name stands for strokes of genius
Roll 'on speed and they are looking for a target
But conversations drag on like a husky face
The music hides my despair
Already way too fresh, even PA's patrons are perfumed
Dicka, you can try it right now, come and check out the ego shooter flair
What international? Man, we're going evolutionary, yeah
Crass trait, the conviction is stronger than a sand glove
And bitches are stuck like a wall sticker
I'm in a velvet suit, I'm on Santa Blue and Lahmacun
Kill the pissers with sheer violence, so please shut up
What do you want to do? Nine metallic on wooden chests of drawers
And the idiots get on my nerves, like neurologists, ah
Relax, don't worry too much
Fuchs music, LiP, high-end G-Rap
Shoot three or four cartridges in the air
There is pushing out there in the yard
We just want to go up with the boys
Can play ' n, but not like that with us
In the Ferrari Enzo
Maximum speed
Just go up with my gear
Get out of my ghetto
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CREDITS
The song "Enzo" was written by PA Sports e XIDIR. Do you like the song? Support the authors and their labels by purchasing it.