FREE SPIRIT Song Details:
FREE SPIRIT Song Lyrics In English Translation
Yeah
Okay, Enough Botox And G-Classes
Enough Of Mommies Dieting All Year
Let’s Get Down To Business, It’s Like “You Call Into The Forest”
Niko Is Going To School Soon, I Can’t Put It Down
Meet Me Bar Centrale, I Am Decorated Like A Cathedral
When Is My Album Coming? I Know You’re All Waiting
Germany Doesn’t Get Along With My Attitude
I Fuck Hard, Sleep Well, Eat Well, That’s The Mood
I’m Smooth Like Pistachio Cream
I Just Feel Like The Horse On The Ferrari Emblem
Here In Southern Germany We Lace Forces, We Race Porsches
Front Spoiler Lower Than Jaysus His Advance
It’s Quite Normal, You Get Attacked When You Have The Ball
For The First Idiot I Don’t Need A Half Sentence
Easy Like Sunday Morning, It Is Born To Me
Tell The Hur’nsöhn’n: “Lightning Attack, Thunderstorm”
You’re In Your Bloom At Most In Your Flower Sex
I’m In My Prime, Bitch, It’s A Spring Festival
If Not Bucherer, Then Wempe Or Rüschenbeck
God Knows I’ll Spoil My Fat Ass On My Ironing Board
Quarter Million On My Wrist On Working Days
Do You Know What It’s Called Bro? We Will Never Carry Each Other
Felix Blume Thinks He’s In His Prime
Who Do You Want To Threaten In Your Outfit From The Costume Rental?
You Canada-German Looked Like Ballermann Drunkards Next To Scott Storch
I’m Drippy Like John The Baptist
As If I Just Came Out Of The Holy Water
Twenty Years Of Rap And I Don’t Have A Scratch
You Can Find Me On The Mandarin Rooftop
I Have Balls, As If I Came From Your Mentoring
Ah, You Don’t Get Pateks, You Don’t Get Birkin Bags
Book Yourself A Funny Promo Clown For Pablo’s Birthday Bash
Look At My Jewelry, How It Glitters
You Trembled Like A Pussy In Munich
Ain’t Shit Changed, I’ll Give You Nicknames
Like The Asylum Seeker Who Fucked Your Mother Back Then
Free Shindy, Free Spirit
I’ll Fuck Your Mother, Colle, Deal With It
Your Mom Is A Foreign Hooker
And Her Son Looks Like The Versace Mannequin
Yes, Boss, I’m Just Doing Like Your Eyeliner
Every Day Coughing Like Zemine With The Feet Pics
Go, Babygirl, Get Dis OnlyFans Money
Cent’anni, Stripp Für Mich, Dance For Me
You Think You’re Neo In The Matrix
I Know The Video Where Paul Breaks Your Arm
You Had Tears In Your Watery Eyes
Come On, I’ll Fuck You In My Jordans From The Last Millennium
Against Your Numbers, My Numbers Look Like Latin Pop
I’ll Give That Fat Pig Frederic A Real Job
I’m Sitting In The Back Right Of The Maybach-Benz
Your Ghostwriters, All My Diehard Fans
You Have Ten Ghostwriters, I Don’t Need Anyone To Help Me
I’m Smooth Like A MILF’s Freshly Waxed Legs
I Am G.O.A.T. So Like Jigga Until I Fade To Black
You’re Stuck On Your Facetune App Like A Little Bitch
Rotate Your Pictures Until You Think You’re Cute
I’ll Hang My Pants Like It’s An Episode Of Clueless
Psalm 23 And I Am Not Afraid
You’ve Been Hanging On My Cock For Six Years Now
Bit Like The Bitches With The VIP Ribbons
You Are Internet Insta Hoes, You Love The Attention
Look At Your Numbers, I Don’t Need Your Support
Oh, Who Would Have Thought? I Take It Unsportsmanlike
My Weed Hit Me As Hard As Your Midlife Crisis
Look At You, You’re On Some Hitler Type Shit
Yes, I Write The Shit Myself Like Friedrich Schiller
Yes, I Set The Bitch On Fire Like Bushido’s Villa
You Stand At The Checkout At LIDL, You Normal Consumer
Dressed Like The Staff From The Hagebaumarkt
Frederic, You Fat Bastard, Clean The Car
Everyone Knows I’m A Superstar Like Adenauer
I Danger Degree Diverse Bu’inesseses
Kollegah Would Like To Be As Narcissistic As I Am
You Fantasy Player, I Set Trends, You Follow
You Stand On Shaky Legs Like Fler’s Pension
Farid Asks His Mom About A Paternity Test
For He Came Into The World And His Father Was Gone
Apparently You All Have A Father Complex
It’s Easy, I’ll Just Be Your Dad From Now On
Go Pick A Rose For Daddy
Oh My God I’m Even Naughtier With No Back
Bling-bling Makes The Diamond Necklace
Jesus Pieces Larger Than Kollegah’s Target
You Do Not Know? I Squash No Beef
You Will Suck My Cock Before You Slap Me
Then You Look For Me A Rhyme On “Violoncello”
I’ll Be Thirty-five And Have Beef Like Barrelo
You Son Of A Bitch, Give Me An Orchid
Yes, I’ll Talk To You Like That When I Stand In Front Of You
If I Was 5’1 I’d Piss On Heads
Yes, Sony Will Release Everything Like This
What Is It Like To Be A Star? It Makes Me Moody
Piss On Every Son Of A Bitch That’s Not In The Room With Me
I’ve Been Fighting Since NWA
And I’m Popping Champagne Like Kay’s Mom
Ah, Look At Me, I Give Fucks, Piss On Family Trees
Even Farid Celebrates Like I Never Fake
You Have Crippled Genomes, What Alpha Genes?
Send You Ugly Mo’fuckers To Geriatric Care
Your Next Album Will Flop Because Of Me
Come On, I’ll Finally Give You A Reason For JBG 4
It’s A Hot, Hot Summer, Hang The Chains Out Of The Shirt
“Me Alone Against All” Is The Last Thing That Still Turns
