Songtexte Sandzo – Okay

Du machst ‘ne Mio, is’ ok, Koka mit Kilos is’ ok
Herrscher aus Rio is’ ok, Banditen Amigo is’ ok
ok, ok (ok, ok, ok)
Roli am Arm is’ ok, Zwei Mille die Nacht is’ ok
Vetements Pulli is’ ok, deine Bitch is’ nackt eh ok
Carlo Colucci, geladene Uzi, Gold und .., fick deine Pussy
Miliaren Dollar face, ok, zehn Flaschen im VIP, ok
Hass’ mich wie du willst aber ok, beiges Leder digga ok
Und jetzt redet jeder aber okay
030 Berlin ok, Futurekid digga ok
CQ Model ok, Cadillac ok
Gestern ein noname, aber heute ist ok
Jeder von ihnen jetzt Pablo, jeder von ihnen ein Narco
Schmuggel die Ware im Cargo
Is ok ok, du Diablo.

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok.

Timberland classic boots, ok
Levis 501, ok
Schwarzer Rollkragenpullover
Juckt keinen wie viel dein Oversize kostet
Trag’ ‘ne Holzfällerjacke mit Loch in den Ärmeln,
doch hat viel mehr wert und ist Teil meiner Story wie OG,Ortak .., ok ok, ok
Ray Ban so wie John Lennon ok, ok, ok
Kangol 507 Cap alla Samuel Jackson ok
Meister is’ Nimo ok
1, 2, 3 Mios sind ok
Rapper reden viel aber ok
Ihre Flows sind kopiert aber ok, ok
Roli am Arm ok, ok, ok
Ficke big booty Bitches die von dem Block sind
Trag ne Roli am Arm ok, ok, ok
Fick die big booty bitches die from the Block sind wie Jennifer Lopez ok, ok, okay.

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok
ok, ok, ok.

Apollo is’ okay
Keine Kontrolle is’ ok
In meiner Rolle is’ ok
Bitches in Wolle sind ok
Schnapp mir ne Olle im Mercedes ok
Steh nicht drauf wenn sie viel redet
Geb ihr jetzt in ‘nem Mercedes
War doch klar, dass ich so rede
Neue Flocken digga ok
Goldene Locke digga ok
Lamborghini digga ok
Batzen Bündel digga ok
Versuri-lyrics.info
Bruder ich hab es im Blut
Jimmy Dean ich hab den Juice
Baby sag fühlst du den Blues?

Du bist Toni Montana, Al Capone, John Gotti
Pablo, Pablo
ok, ok, okkk.
Sandzo songtexte
Video Sandzo

[Verse 1: Jimmy Wopo]
Skinny nigga, but I play with them choppers nigga
What’s the haps? What’s popping nigga?
You gonna meet your match, keep talking nigga
You gonna meet that MAC, we’re talking with ya
We gonna bust these bullets ’till your body give up
Try me in the mall I pull a hottie nigga
First let me hop up out that Rari, Illuminati
Money baby she massaging my Versace
Nigga, extra antes feed the family
XD 40 come in handy
Popping Xannys, smoking granny
Bitch we trapping out the bandy
Cruising, blew one out the van he hit a nigga Karlos Dansby
Cleaned the block up yesterday, we back today
Any left over niggas getting thrown away
Woke up on that money drinking Hennessy
Aye ay, plus I popped a perc, but you gon’ learn today
Popped the carbon, let that bitch do karate
Popped a band, now them hundreds sitting sloppy
Popped your mans, let you identify the body
Ooh, bitch I think I’m John Gotti

[Hook: Jimmy Wopo]
You ain’t getting money, you ain’t making noise
Pull up on them big wheels like some little boys
Grown men but we play with toys
I’m that problem that you should avoid
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a back door
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a front door

[Verse 2: Sonny Digital]
We let the money through the front door
Ay, then let them bitches out the back door
Ay, when you keep that shit a hundred nigga
Aye, you ain’t never gotta act broke
Ay, let go
Blue hundreds, I keep it on me nigga
Ay, you know, not to run up on me nigga
Ay, you know, I keep it by me nigga
Stop the violence, keep the peace, but please don’t try me nigga
Ay, lord save ’em lord save ’em
Ay, why they acting like they love ’em but they hate ’em
Ay, I see you stealing all the sauce that we created
Ay, I don’t deal the cards, my nigga I just play ’em
Hey!

[Hook: Jimmy Wopo]
You ain’t getting money, you ain’t making noise
Pull up on them big wheels like some little boys
Grown men but we play with toys
I’m that problem that you should avoid
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a back door
What happened to that boy?
What happened to that boy? Heard it was a front door

[Verse 1]
A hundred a zip and I’m sippin’ on drop
I hit for a hunnit’ and I bought me a drop
I pulled up on her and panties just drop
Up 32 shots and you niggas gon’ drop
I’m from [?] give a fuck bout your block
High speed chasing, give a fuck bout the cops
When I see 12, put the dope in my sock
Niggas be rappin, I came up off rocks
I’m thuggin’, Im thuggin’, I feel like I’m Pac
They tried to betray me
I’m mad at myself cause I keep it real with all these niggas
Niggas actin like bitches, niggas all in they feelings
These niggas acting like women
Drowning in money, I’m swimmin’
These bitches acting like pigeons
I just want a couple million, I just want a couple million
And I’m still loyal to the game
These other niggas man, they lame
I really sold cocaine, Gas stank propane
Glock forty, nigga bang, Blood, Crip, nigga bang
I heard ya got ya chain took and had to get another damn chain
21 nigga the gang, slaughter ya daughter the gang
Mac 90 got range, young savage got aim
I bought a new Rollie, its plain, you niggas best stay in yo lane
I pull up and fuck on yo main
I’m covered in money, I’m drippin
These niggas they telling, they snitchin’
So we gon’ fuck on all they bitches, I be round lot of henchmen
Moving like im John Gotti, 12 gauge nigga shotty
Hit ’em all in the body, I just caught another body
Lord forgive me I’m sorry, I can’t help it, I’m a street nigga
I had to get some money, I watched my momma struggle
I jumped off the porch, had to use my muscle

[Hook]
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
They keep askin’ why I got that sword in my face (Tayman)
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
I just beat another case
I just went and bought a Wraith
I just nutted on her face
Brand new rollie with the face
No face, no case

[Verse 2]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I was struggling tryna win
I had to lose a lot of friends, nigga tryna chase them m’s
Cooking up crack its illegal, riding with a desert eagle
I’m a felon, that’s illegal, main bitch, she illegal
Hunnid pounds of Cali reefer, Call of duty heat seeker
Pull up on ya in a regal, window down nigga creeping
Nigga rapping? I’m preachin’, nigga we are not equal
In the trenches, niggas beefing, i remember not sleeping
Hit the club and get to squeezing, shoot it up for no reason
I was living like a demon, i was living like a demon

[Interlude]
Now i lay me down to sleep, i pray the lord, my soul to keep
If i should die before i wake, i pray the lord my soul to take

[Hook]
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
They keep askin’ why I got that sword in my face (Tayman)
Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, lord
I just beat another case
I just went and bought a Wraith
I just nutted on her face
Brand new rollie with the face
No face, no case