Pajel, Headie One, Dezzie - Place songtext (lyrics)

(M1OnTheBeat, Ayo, 64)
(Easthunt)

Viel zu viele Sünden, hab' nie nachgedacht
(Hab’ nie nachge)
Alles, was wir machen, selber beigebracht ()
Viel zu viele Brüder sitzen Jahre ab (Baby)
Also wunder dich niemals
Wenn ich 'ne Knarre hab' (No, oh)
Brüder sitzen Jahre ab (Niemals)
Und trotzdem machen wir noch Shit (Ja, ja)
Denke an die alten Zeiten nach (Ja, ja)
Doch bereuen tun wir es nicht (Ah ah ah ah)
Viel zu viele Brüder schauen Gitter an ()
Ja, sie feelin’ on my place
Feelin' on my place (Yo)

You ever had a smoke in the ride
Next fly tryna target? (Told me turn)
I met broski in that
Bruck twenty-twelve plate (Told me turn)
I can really end up on
The 'Ville with a cellmate
I'm gettin' to the bag, Chelsea
I think my old ting pissed that I blew
Chelsea (Made in Chelsea)
Then shit hit the fan and all
I could see was myself, i feel like a selfie
(I feel like a selfie)
I gave my lawyer a fifty and
Pray he gon' bail me
I celebrate 'cause I'm young
Handsome and wealthy (Turn, ayy)
Dom Pérignon, don’t bring me no LP
Can’t even see this bad B through the LV
(Yo, I'm frass)
I come up from Scottish glens (Turn)
Hertfordshire police come and judge me (One)
I had this crack fiend, she was a spice girl
Said she tried Mel B and Mel C

Viel zu viele Sünden, hab’ nie nachgedacht
(Hab' nie nachge)
Alles, was wir machen, selber beigebracht ()
Viel zu viele Brüder sitzen Jahre ab (Baby)
Also wunder dich niemals
Wenn ich 'ne Knarre hab' (No, oh)
Brüder sitzen Jahre ab (Niemals)
Und trotzdem machen wir noch Shit (Ja, ja)
Denke an die alten Zeiten nach (Ja, ja)
Doch bereuen tun wir es nicht (Ah ah ah ah)
Viel zu viele Brüder schauen Gitter an ()
Ja, sie feelin’ on my place
Feelin' on my place

Yo, everyday I pray hard, let me say
(yeah) some grace (Grace)
'Cah I could've got a bird at
The end of my case (Case, uh)
I used to keep grub at my marje's base
Got boomed
Feds still couldn't find no trace
(Eurgh, eurgh)
Tottenham, I grew up in the wickedest place
(You know) gang done it three times
Know we're sick of his face
If I walk with a link
Just know it's not safe (Uh, uh)
OFB, we got bullets to waste
Yo (Bo-bo) , they like D2B, how real am I? (Real am I?)
Touch Bugz and I'm ridin' 'til I die
(yeah)
Spun three blocks in a day, how could I lie?
I see broski cock it back and drill a guy
(Bo-bo, bo-bo) ain't up top like Cavani
Would've thought D2 already
Played for Uruguay (You know, you know)
He ain't felt that thrill in his life
But he's rappin' on drill and
His knife comes super dry (You jokeman)

(Ayo, 64, Easthunt)