| My Mercedes drives a hundred on the autobahn
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| My right foot is on full throttle
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| From zero to a hundred kilometers an hour
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| In a little less than a minute
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| But I'd rather drive seventy, because
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| A hundred is dangerous and way too fast
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| Elbows out the window, fuck movements on the steering wheel
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| I'm on the road without an airbag, but I'm not a gangster
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| I usually park on the passenger side
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| Because I feel safer getting off at the sidewalk
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| And I don't have central locking so I have to lock it
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| And that would be too dangerous on the street because you could die there
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| I drive my Mercedes touring and through dog shit
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| Is about the same as F.R. |
| under the tire
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| Unfortunately, it was just a not-so-nice experience
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| For me and my Mercedes
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| My Mercedes!
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| My Mercedes!
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| My Mercedes!
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| My Mercedes lives on the street because he's a gangster
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| And listens to the name /8 or W 114
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| He is one of the oldie OGs in the district
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| Pull the choke, now just wait half a minute
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| Start the engine, drive off, park
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| My Benz makes me objectophile
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| Because I love him so endlessly
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| Excuse me, who's taking a picture of the two of us
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| How I rub my cock on your exhaust
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| I want to put the picture on the internet
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| In the hope that little children will discover it
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| But even if the whole world follows us, we disappear
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| Because you are my Mercedes star in the sky
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| And even if at some point you're lowered
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| You stay my Mercedes
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| My Mercedes!
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| My Mercedes!
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| My Mercedes!
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| My Mercedes!
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| My Mercedes!
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| My Mercedes!
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| My Mercedes!
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| My Mercedes!
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| What's up?
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| Ah! |