Lyrics: Ey, ey, ey Hinterhof im Schatten, Packs abpacken im Mailand-Trikot Fasson tief und hinten lang, Canım, das trägt man einfach so Prada-Fleece, hab' Zwannis bei, in Boxershorts aus Türkei Schlechte Zeiten gehen vorbei, iPhone 11, Optik Fisheye Schattenboxen, Hagelberger Ecke Möckernstraße nachts Ta7aria kontrollieren, fragen sich, was Pasha macht „Project Baby“, Kodak Black, Marseille-Jacke hellblau an Sommer 50 ccm, mach' Wheelies über Mehringdamm Sitz' mit Zahnstocher auf Bank, Berlin Boys, EU connect Ganze Novak Djokovic-Lacoste-Season im Gepäck Bela Boys mit Spanisch laufen auf Langeweile durch Hood Leben schnell, machen Geld, iPhone-Display ist kaputt Airwaves in meinen Jeans und Trikot von Zizou Original Berliner Boys, nein, wir sind nicht wie du Wesh, wesh, ich rock' Tns und Tracksuits für die Crew Und lauf' auf Pradas durch sechs-eins mit Saka-Wasser-Tattoo Airwaves in meinen Jeans und Trikot von Zizou Original Berliner Boys, nein, wir sind nicht wie du Wesh, wesh, ich rock' Tns und Tracksuits für die Crew Und lauf' auf Pradas durch sechs-eins mit Saka-Wasser-Tattoo Dunkelblaue Prada-Caps, Kalenji-Kapuze tief Du denkst, du wirst überfallen, wenn du einen von uns siehst Ball hoch halten mit Shabab und Leute grüßen nebenbei Große Louis-Taschen tragen und Piqué-Polos in Weiß Hallo, ich bin's am Handy, red' nicht wie bei Sims Kymco Roller und ich fahr', Mehringdamm den ganzen Tag Tahos wissen, kennen die Songs, 61-Berlin, Bronx Drücke Zwannis, hör' Sade, grade neunzehn, Mbappé Spanisch guckt aus Lacoste-Beanie bei Bené hinten raus Sitz' am Fenster, Altbauwohnung Mehringdamm Hinterhaus Jugendstil-Fassaden, hohe Decken, Treppenhäuser schön Schlaf' zehn Stunden Minimum, daran könnt ich mich gewöhnen Airwaves in meinen Jeans und Trikot von Zizou Original Berliner Boys, nein, wir sind nicht wie du Wesh, wesh, ich rock' Tns und Tracksuits für die Crew Und lauf' auf Pradas durch sechs-eins mit Saka-Wasser-Tattoo Airwaves in meinen Jeans und Trikot von Zizou Original Berliner Boys, nein, wir sind nicht wie du Wesh, wesh, ich rock' Tns und Tracksuits für die Crew Und lauf' auf Pradas durch sechs-eins mit Saka-Wasser-Tattoo
Lyrics: Hey, hey, hey Backyard in the shade, unpacking in the Milan jersey Cut low and long at the back, Canım, that's just how you wear it Prada fleece, I have a twentieth birthday, in boxer shorts from Türkiye Bad times pass, iPhone 11, fisheye optics Shadow boxing, Hagelberger corner Möckernstrasse at night Ta7aria checking, wondering what Pasha is doing “Project Baby”, Kodak Black, light blue Marseille jacket on Summer 50 cc, do wheelies over Mehringdamm Sit on a bench with a toothpick, Berlin Boys, EU connect Entire Novak Djokovic-Lacoste season in the bag Bela Boys with Spanish walk around Hood in boredom Live fast, make money, iPhone screen is broken Airwaves in my jeans and Zizou jersey Original Berliner Boys, no, we are not like you Wesh, wesh, I rock Tns and tracksuits for the crew And walk through six-one on Pradas with Saka water tattoo Airwaves in my jeans and Zizou jersey Original Berliner Boys, no, we are not like you Wesh, wesh, I rock Tns and tracksuits for the crew And walk through six-one on Pradas with Saka water tattoo Dark blue Prada caps, deep Kalenji hood You think you're going to be mugged if you see one of us Hold the ball up with Shabab and greet people along the way Wearing large Louis bags and pique polos in white Hello, it's me on the cell phone, don't talk like Sims Kymco scooter and I drive, Mehringdamm all day Tahos know, know the songs, 61-Berlin, Bronx Press Zwannis, listen to Sade, just nineteen, Mbappé Spanish peeks out of Bené's Lacoste beanie Sit by the window, old apartment Mehringdamm rear building Art Nouveau facades, high ceilings, beautiful staircases Sleep ten hours minimum, I can get used to that Airwaves in my jeans and Zizou jersey Original Berliner Boys, no, we are not like you Wesh, wesh, I rock Tns and tracksuits for the crew And walk through six-one on Pradas with Saka water tattoo Airwaves in my jeans and Zizou jersey Original Berliner Boys, no, we are not like you Wesh, wesh, I rock Tns and tracksuits for the crew And walk through six-one on Pradas with Saka water tattoo
Lyrics: Hey, hey, hey Backyard in the shade, unpacking in the Milan jersey Cut low and long at the back, Canım, that's just how you wear it Prada fleece, I have a twentieth birthday, in boxer shorts from Türkiye Bad times pass, iPhone 11, fisheye optics Shadow boxing, Hagelberger corner Möckernstrasse at night Ta7aria checking, wondering what Pasha is doing “Project Baby”, Kodak Black, light blue Marseille jacket on Summer 50 cc, do wheelies over Mehringdamm Sit on a bench with a toothpick, Berlin Boys, EU connect Entire Novak Djokovic-Lacoste season in the bag Bela Boys with Spanish walk around Hood in boredom Live fast, make money, iPhone screen is broken Airwaves in my jeans and Zizou jersey Original Berliner Boys, no, we are not like you Wesh, wesh, I rock Tns and tracksuits for the crew And walk through six-one on Pradas with Saka water tattoo Airwaves in my jeans and Zizou jersey Original Berliner Boys, no, we are not like you Wesh, wesh, I rock Tns and tracksuits for the crew And walk through six-one on Pradas with Saka water tattoo Dark blue Prada caps, deep Kalenji hood You think you're going to be mugged if you see one of us Hold the ball up with Shabab and greet people along the way Wearing large Louis bags and pique polos in white Hello, it's me on the cell phone, don't talk like Sims Kymco scooter and I drive, Mehringdamm all day Tahos know, know the songs, 61-Berlin, Bronx Press Zwannis, listen to Sade, just nineteen, Mbappé Spanish peeks out of Bené's Lacoste beanie Sit by the window, old apartment Mehringdamm rear building Art Nouveau facades, high ceilings, beautiful staircases Sleep ten hours minimum, I can get used to that Airwaves in my jeans and Zizou jersey Original Berliner Boys, no, we are not like you Wesh, wesh, I rock Tns and tracksuits for the crew And walk through six-one on Pradas with Saka water tattoo Airwaves in my jeans and Zizou jersey Original Berliner Boys, no, we are not like you Wesh, wesh, I rock Tns and tracksuits for the crew And walk through six-one on Pradas with Saka water tattoo
