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letra de european gangsta - kollegah

[chorus]
dark nights on cocaine
to high up in the game
the rise and fall and rise again
life in times of a european gangster

[verse 1]
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 scr-pin’ off a gun serial number
right beforе i put you in a long-period slumber
thriller on thе news ’cause i sent k!llers on the roof
state attorney threatens me with big amounts of proof
steady beatin’ ’round the bush like guerrilla combat troops
shut the f-ck up, got you covered, vielen dank, ist gut
now better let it go, that sh-t 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 there 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
[chorus]
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

[verse 2]
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 sites
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’ sl-ts 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 f-ck yourself like a hermaphrodite
i went from
[chorus]
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

- kollegah

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