Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Guten Tag , by - Hardy Caprio. Release date: 01.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Guten Tag |
| Get-Get money and gold, we multitask |
| Back-Back then used to drive round ends in faulty cars |
| Look at my face, all these scars |
| Girls still chase, call me Hards |
| Don’t tark too much like Stormzy’s darg |
| Life’s improvin' fast |
| Look at that German, guten Tag (Wagwan) |
| Hollywood, cruisin' past |
| Now I’ve got bare man movin' sarft (Outside) |
| I like roofless cars |
| Me and my girl do rooftop bars |
| Cop me a house before I got jewels |
| Uni got a man movin' smart |
| She wanna talk feelings, meet and greetin' |
| Me, I just smashed then leavin' (I'm gone) |
| They talk 'bout beefin', diss, diss, sneakin' |
| Niggas get splashed for speakin' (Ching) |
| White like Peter, brown like Cleveland (Yeah) |
| Trap fit, I’ll be out all evenin' |
| My white ting lookin' Madonna |
| I hate it when she leaves makeup on my collar |
| Me and Dave got matchin' Mercs (Mm) |
| Me and Ace got matching hoes (That's facts) |
| Bare of the mandem trap |
| Gucci pouches, matchin' phones (Brrr) |
| Tings on the go, hotel |
| Doin' up snaps, matchin' robes (Yeah) |
| Look at these losers, man’s exclusive (Look, look, look, look) |
| Me and Neymar got matchin' clothes |
| It’s like everyting I dig |
| They think they’re wifey |
| And she thinks she’s my main |
| But that’s my side piece (Side ting) |
| Still break down Liz on my scale |
| Do it gentle, nicely (Chop it) |
| Jump out on sidestreets (Where you goin'?) |
| See them, I let mine squeeze |
| Pure cash, no receipts (Nah) |
| All black, so discreet (All back) |
| Let a man get pussy in private |
| Let a man get dough in peace (Mm-hm) |
| Right now overseas |
| Changed up, noticeably |
| Got a WAG tellin' me, «Come over» |
| Dash my balls in her ovaries |
| Life’s improvin' fast |
| Look at that German, guten Tag (Wait) |
| Life’s improvin' fast |
| Foreign body, excusez moi (Haha) |
| Tracksuit when I’m in ends |
| AMG, mover class |
| 24k, watch that wrist |
| Hollywood H, Bruno Mars |
| Might pull up on your bitch, I’m vain |
| Excuse me, miss, can I get a name? |
| (Excuse me, miss) |
| My team, they’re ready for stains |
| Mind he don’t grips your neck and chain |
| Came from dishin' out pebs in the rain |
| Do it on the ends or send it on a train (Send it up) |
| Man do it so styley, white like Miley |
| All of them cats dem like me (Mm) |
| Uh, man ah old school indeed (Mm) |
| Roll in twos or threes (Uh) |
| Bro, them yutes are neeks (Ooh) |
| Man ah so rude indeed |
| Babe, it’s not you, it’s me (Straight) |
| These girls got A-S-S but love A-S-S-U-M-E |
| Niggas always gon' ask for shit (Facts) |
| Bitches always gon' ask for dick (Facts) |
| Dick long, I’m a narcissist |
| I can’t even put half my tip (True) |
| Niggas hate, nothin' new |
| Middle finger, my partin' gift (Fuck 'em) |
| Balmain, that’s a starter kit |
| But I need a Louis Vuitton partnership |
| Life’s improvin' fast |
| 4×4, still cruisin' past |
| G check, see who’s in cars |
| Now I got bare man movin' sarft |
| Life’s improvin' fast |
| Look at that German, guten Tag |
| 24k, watch that wrist |
| Hollywood H, Bruno Mars |