Tag: Joe Pesci

Kollegah – Joe Pesci Lyrics

[Part 1] Triff mich auf der Wiener Oper, la vida loca wie Rita Ora Deine Bitch wird übers Knie gelegt wie Schienbeinschoner Ich pack' die Riesencobra aus, beim Sex gibt's prima Koka Und man sieht uns beide nackt ziehen wie Devisenbroker Mach nicht auf real, du Poser, was für kredibiler Soldier? Mann, du bist höchstens mal bei Fifa Baller mit Spielcontroller Ein Punch, du liegst im Koma Deine Eier findet nicht mal der versierteste Biologe unter 'nem Mikroskopglas Ich fick' deine Bitch, sie ist spitz wie 'n Säbelzahntigerstoßzahn Ihr Geschrei lässt die Scheiben spring'n wie'n Edelstahlmieletoaster Chil' beim Casinopoker JBG der Film kommt, vorausgesetzt unser Bizeps passt auf ein Kinoposter Während die Shisha lodert Inhalier' ich als passiver Smok...

Shotta – Macauly Culkin Lyrics

[Letra de “Macauly Culkin” ft. Andreas Lutz y Foyone] [Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Foyone, puto Shotta El mega O’Funkillo… ¡Rah! [Verso 1: Shotta] ¡Rah! Hasta que tiemble el suelo, tú créelo Tener fe es lo primero con Pedro Hasta los testigos de Jehovah No paran de preguntar cómo coño lo hacemos En serio, confía en ti, que le den a los medios Ese niño salvó a su hermano del incendio Y estaba solo, estaba solo Nadie le dijo que no podría hacerlo El vagabundo contemplando el imperio El asesino cortándose las yemas de los de’os Pa’ que no le identifiquen Me da igual lo que trafiquen; mi música es yeyo Mi flexibilidad sexy Le meto violento: Joe Pesci Me siento solo como Messi (¡Ah!) También me sangra la nariz como a Once ¡Stranger things! Certero, sin rumb...

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God lyrics

[Intro] Ay, red light’s on in the Boulevard That means business Throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch Gunna [Verse 1] Made man like Joe Pesci I need Deniro or I’ll Rob her I had to skate Wayne Gretzky Called an Uber helicopter Bought a pound from a rasta Bought the yayo from Miguel, though Award shelves need an Oscar They need my merchandise on Melrose David Bowie of my generation Kill the Moët bottle with no hesitation Came from public education Ramen noodles with the bacon I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations Dub was working at the steel shop Slim was working off of 1st block We still roll together every day Except we might be ...

Machine Gun Kelly – Golden God

Ay, red lights on in the boulevard That means business Ay, throw up in this bitch, I might Corny bitches make me sick I might throw up in this bitch, throw up in this bitch Gunna Made man like Joe Pesci I need DeNiro or I’ll rob her I had to skate Wayne Gretzky Called an Uber helicopter Bought a pound from a rasta Bought the yayo from Miguel, though Award shows need an Oscar They need my merchandise on Melrose David Bowie of my generation Kill them all, we violent with no hesitation Came from public education Ramen noodles with the bacon I was working at Chipotle, I was finna have a baby Went from stealing out of Walmart to president of operations Dub was working at the steel shop Slim was working off of 1st block We still roll together every day Except we might be on a private plane...

Hunnid On The Drop Lyrics – Montell2099 X 21 Savage

Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah, 21, 21 Got a vacuum sealed machine and a digital scale Ridin’ in a new ‘Rari and I’m lookin’ for 12 Tommy guns and trench coats, wackin’ like Joe Pesci Actin’ like I owe you somethin’ you gon’ miss yo blessin’ CVS drugs, lean, pills, one-stop shop I got big big bullets, that’s a one shot Glock And I fucked yo baby mama, she cannot give Top I make savage music nigga, this is not hip-hop Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop, nigga Hunnid on a mothafuckin’ drop Nigga spent...

Hunnid On The Drop

Lyrics to ‘Hunnid On The Drop’ by 21 Savage: –Intro– Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah Woah, woah, woah Woah, woah , 21, 21 –Verse 1– Got a vacuum sealed machine and a digital scale Ridin’ in a new ‘Rari and I’m lookin’ for 12 Tommy guns and trench coats, wackin’ like Joe Pesci Actin’ like I owe you somthin’ you gon’ miss yo blessin’ CVS drugs, lean, pills, one-stop shop I got big big bullets, that’s a one shot Glock And I fucked yo baby mama, she cannot give talk I make savage music nigga, this is not hip-hop –Chorus– Hunnid on a motha fuckin’ drop, nigga Hunnid on a motha fuckin’ drop Nigga spent a hunnid on a motha fuckin drop, nigga Hunnid on a motha fuckin drop Nigga spent a h...