SCH – 6.45i (English lyrics)

1st verse :
I saw life in a BMW, 6.45i
I want to fuck her, I don’t want to know her name
Or her price
I went from eating shwaramas to Rossini
Working class turned rich
You saw me sing in your town for 15 000 euros
With a frizzy haired Arab
I’m on the 60th floor at the Wynn
Tomorrow I’ll be at the general food store
I’ve got the insurance and the registration card of your ass
It’s been two three weeks
Around here you’re not welcomed, we don’t speak too kindly to you and (??)
I didn’t even take her for a ride yet that she already soaked her stockings
Tainp’, tainp’, tainp’, tainp’
You’ll never, never, never, never, never get to kill me
The police stops me, I’ve got a blunt under the seat
He only wants a photo for his nephew
So I take the photo, I go back up in the auto, easy
And there I only think one thing to myself, it’s that I could have all my guns

Chorus :
Yeah, we always want more
No need for there to be 10 of us, who are you trying to impress, bitch ?
With you flee market Ferragamo
I’m fucking an actrice
My homie is smuggling two tons, fuck the O.C.T.R.I.S
Little bitch, I’ve got my stethoscope
I’ve got my money and your address
We always want more, more
Who are you trying to impress, bitch ?
With your flee market Ferragamo
I’m fucking an actress, fuck the O.C.T.R.I.S
Little bitch, I’ve got my stethoscope, my money and your address

2nd verse :
I saw life in a BMW, 6.45i
Bucket seat, I’m putting the pedal to the metal, there’s screams coming from the trunk
I went from the Glock to the P90, new rich
You saw me in your town serving a lawyer with a frizzy haired Arab
I don’t talk to your girl, keep your bitches on a leach
I’m the original version, I’m the real deal
I’m the sound track, I got in
I’m drinking from the bottle, it’s Le S
We grew up in the shack
It’s impossible for there to be leftovers
I’m smacking some Pocahontas
I pull them by the ass and the braids
Your mom at first she was nothing more than a booty call for your father
You can’t fuck with us
Me at the beginning, I was nothing more than a new rapper that everyone thought was only passing through
I’m on a job for 300k
Honey, I can please your brother
Your father, your mother, even your whole family

Chorus :
Yeah, we always want more
No need for there to be 10 of us, who are you trying to impress, bitch ?
With you flee market Ferragamo
I’m fucking an actress
My homie is smuggling two tons, fuck the O.C.T.R.I.S
Little bitch, I’ve got my stethoscope
I’ve got my money and your address
We always want more, more
Who are you trying to impress, bitch ?
With your flee market Ferragamo
I’m fucking an actress, fuck the O.C.T.R.I.S
Little bitch, I’ve got my stethoscope, my money and your address

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