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Brrt, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Brrt, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Brrt, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (R.I.P. Vivienne Westwood, rockstar man) Brrt, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha (Come on) She fell in love with a punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk, punk She doin' drugs with a punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk (Come on) Pull out my gun on a punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk (Brrt) Got too rich to stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt Stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt Stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt Stunt, stunt (Ihr wisst Bescheid), chyeah (Wooh) Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja Sie ist in Love mit 'nem Punk (Ja) Fühl' mich wie Marilyn Manson Ja, wir sind drunk, drunk, drunk, mh Dicka, wir sind nicht zu bremsen (Niemals) Alle im Club sind auf Drugs (Ja) Ja, sie guckt, ich weiß, sie will mein Car (Ja) Neuer GT3 RS in Schwarz, mh (Skrrt, skrrt; ja) Baby, sie poppt Percs, wir stürm'n die Party Guck, wie hart sie twerkt Mhh, ihr wisst Bescheid Nein, sie denkt nie wieder an ihren Mann Sie wechselt die Seiten wie eine Guitar Sie ist jetzt in Love mit 'nem Punk She fell in love with a punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk, punk She doin' drugs with a punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk (Come on) Pull out my gun on a punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk (Brrt) Got too rich to stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt Stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt Stunt, stunt, stunt, stunt Stunt, stunt (Slatt, wooh) Keep me a brrt, keep me a hot, keep me a weapon (Weapon) Stay with a German, huh, stay with my dawg, I stay with a shepherd, huh Yeah, I'm in a car but still I'm on ground, I stay with the steppers, huh I came from the hard, I stay with ten niggas, I stay with the measure, huh No cash or card, punk star, might buy out the place, Ferrari the Autobahn Me and Ufo goin' outer space, ain't gonna talk too long Keepin' it brief, she on my case, I got the AP arm But I got Alex Moss on my chain, hand on my firearm (Come on) Don't let your girlfriend catch a stray, I ain't gotta die too hard I'm 'bout to Bruce Willis the Wraith (Chyeah), she fell in love with a punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk, punk, punk Punk, punk, punk, punk
Writer(s): Ufuk Bayraktar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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