Kollegah - BAGUETTES & BUGATTIS songtext (lyrics)

Cross Border Armageddon

Suit up, stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Suit up, stay strapped
Baguettes and Bugattis
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)

Ballin' (Ballin'), I'm 24/7 ballin'
What a heavenly mornin', playin' golf with a state attorney
Paparazzi on my lawn doin' camera shots like Alec Baldwin
I tell 'em all, "You're dead men walkin' like a pack of zombies"
OG duty, load the Uzi, no, sir, you haven't spoken truly
No excuses, that doesn't play any role anymore like John Belushi
Shoot you down, wrap you up in a rug like I'm a master at rollin' sushi
Got ice full of carats like I'm that snowman dude at the Frozen movie
Swimmin' in luxury like it's the temple of Solomon
I employ goons for a dollar loan, that break you from ankle to collarbone
Got killers from Lebanon


Light up the cigar, get shrouded in smoke, this is Avalon
Office in Frankfurt, skyscraper high as the tower of Babylon
I am a veteran
Weatherin' songs like a weatherman
Traffickin' white from the Netherlands
Pull out the chopper, then light up the heaven by night to retaliate (Ayy)
Chances of gettin' away with your schemes are one in a million (Shh)
If I shoot one of my enemies down, I wanted a million
Posted on the block, recruitin', polizei prosecutin' (Yeah, yeah)
Kollegah der Boss, realest in the land of the Gothic ruins
Made from a drug career to [?] prostitution
Kilos drugged to the Soviet Union
Military bunker where they been rocket shootin'

Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
B-b-baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Get some)

Better never meet me (Was?) in a bad mood (Ja)
I'll leave you swimmin' in a red pool (Ayy)
Hand grenade in my tracksuit, big as a jackfruit
I kill 'em in a minute if I have to (Ja)
I'm a shotter (Shotter), got the chopper (Chopper)
Like a pilot of a fuckin' helicopter
Ra-ta-ta-ta, livin' like a GoodFella, Ray Liotta
Comin' up straight from the gutter
I get nothin' but respect like a T-rex
It's gon' be a hell of a weekend
As I reload, they be yellin', "No, please"
Got G's on all fours like a telephone keypad
Challenges, I need new ones
I do gangster shit out of pure fun
I came with a MAC-11 into 7-Eleven and said, "Gimme all of your chewin' gums"
Gotta keep my adrenaline rampant (Ahh)
You're a weak man, I could kill in a handstand (Yeah)
Always hold that head high like a guillotine henchman (Ja)
In front of medieval Frenchmen (Tzeh)
Before I grew up in a neglectful home
When I was freshly born, the doc said, "It's a man," in a respectful tone

Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
B-b-baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Suit up (Yah), stay strapped (Yah)
Baguettes and Bugattis (Ayy)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Wer?)
Who wants some? Come get some (Get some)