My crew is wavy,
And still here
Stunna blacka from boy,
Like the A-team
Wear sponsored blouses
Chased by pussies
Make a photo and put
Signatures on covers
My libie is cutommade
Self-made, osso say(?)
Paid myself, you don't want to know what I make with interest alone
br/>Don't follow trends, I set them
This is the best Dutch rap crew so FU fuck with us that would be disastrous for you
But I get a lot of love
And that's what it's all about
Nigger it says more about you than me when you hate on us
Standard rude, still rude
Your career is dead, then it must be you!
Shoutout to the whole game
But nothing harder than the opposites and tnp(?)
Shoutout to SAbeats lobby for that 808
Beats blast through your woofers just like fucking TNT
I have a Vespa, Patta's new pants
/>Waggie feels like gabber so flows in my blood
The whole of my team is ready for whatever if necessary
For the rest fok anything mattie fok everything
I have pocket money in my pocket baggy jeans
I have a bitch who wants to see me every day
And I have mad love homie for my team
For the rest fok anything mattie fok everything
Sorry mom you know I know I'm a loudmouth
But one day I'll be a motherfucking millionaire
I drive a Lexus and fans scream this out loud
If you're with this then throw your middle finger in the air (yeah)
We're not going anywhere, you bunch of bums, just look at the game continuously
Hear, people who talk saying they won't even continue anymore
Son of a bitch, we haven't been honest
Aren't we always the shit
Aren't we one of the hardest, tightest Dutch, Dutch speaking click, cock
Women who act with that booty like clap clap clap
All ho's money and do , I want rah rah racks
I want to go to racks on racks on racks, a hundred buddies in an airplane
Money murder and sex, so deep in the cash game
Still quarters and thalers
Dutch ballers
A full house is what is completely normal for us
A guest list of thirty people, filling half the club
I don't know if it will all work out, don't be silly, we will completely destroy everything , cunt
I have a Vespa, Patta's new pants
Waggie feels like gabber flowing in my blood
The whole team is ready for whatever if necessary
For the rest fok anything mattie fok everything
I have pocket money in my baggy jeans
I have a bitch who wants to see me every day
And I have mad love homie for my team
For the rest fok anything mattie fok everything
Spinning records feels like I'm having a party
Another dreaded tape
Sharp as razor blades and people who talk but don't know a thing about it
Girls who blush for this ugly guy but I want to hang in poses, don't see me hanging with posers dude we don't give a damn about those brats
No one hits, no one talks because no one is better
No one benefits, everyone hate, I don't care one bit
Somewhere up here, high in the clouds, come this far, far from the polder
My mates are all doing business, networking and partying
Heavyweights for the tax authorities, what can be done I say, I'm sorry!
Champagne bottles and slalom, holiday parties and trios
Who brought you SAbeats and what the hell do you know about Dio's
What name not, nice tis twan AKA buma stemra< br/>Das in yo face, like Doutzen's tits in Nova Zembla
A thousand fans ready, so let the fuck do this
O double P O, still the truest
I have pocket money in my jeans and I have drinks in my cup
Mad love for my team and blind for those haters
Haters in the scene, love from colleagues
Fok anything, fok anything
New pattas new pants
Sponsored sweaters, a (??) in my blood and chicks calling me
Stand by for my crew, always down for whatever
Fok anything, fok anything