CLS Lyrics (English Translation) – LACAZETTE

Read the full CLS (English Translation) lyrics by LACAZETTE along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lacazette’s music, you can also explore Immer wieder and UZI, two other songs by Lacazette.

[Intro]
(Joko, make a beat, D!cka)
(Jroc)

[Hook]
You go to Holland, I’ll bring Holland here
Which rapper goes out with Schieber to clear a ton?
Distribute twenty crates every week
We’re leaving everyone here sitting on the bottle
Come to the Mahalle if you have something to sort out
I always have room in the Mercedes for the nines
Oh, Bela, I’m in love with your eyes

I love too much, you can’t believe me anymore

[Part 1]
Believe me, sweetie, nothing is the same anymore
Today he loves his card more than his brothers
You were my student, things have cooled down between us in the meantime
You owe me 30,000, but I’m over it
A-grade Abiat lies on the piano table
Sixth floor on groove, ungrilled fish
Seventy-thirty coc*ine mix
This isn’t just anyone speaking, this is the captain of the ship
Just tell me you need me and I’ll shut him down
I’ll drive a thousand kilometers for you with a gun on my arm
Every line in the lyrics is made of poison
I’ll let it go Not, but I hate it.
Haze, Flex, and Cali-Weed always with us, Champions League.
To you, I’m Lucky, to rappers, I’m kryptonite.
Dealing with sad souls on the corner.
You teach me how to play hide-and-seek with feelings.

[Hook]
You go to Holland, I’ll bring Holland here.
Which rapper goes out with a pusher and clears a ton of s*it?
Distribute twenty crates every week
We’re leaving everyone here sitting on the bottle

Come to the meal hall if you have something to sort out
I always have room in the Mercedes for the nines
Oh, Bela, I’m in love with your eyes
I love too much, you can’t believe me anymore

[Part 2]
70k in a vacuum, that’s not a Happy Meal
I’ll let twenty kilos drive through your block in the CLS
Only the tough ones come here
At large
Maschikal, three lions, three sharp ones
Enemies lie, bleed, pray for mercy
Seen too much, I carry some damage with me
The question remains: If the king falls, can the queen carry him?
Racing on the nose in a CLS, we’re the Babas on the street.
Stacking a hundred crates in my warehouse every month.
Brother, I don’t want to drive a digger.
This is Berlin, not Harlem.
Stab psychopaths, can you see the scars in the mirror?

[Hook]
You drive to Holland, I’ll bring Holland here.
Which rapper goes out with Schieber to clear a ton?
Distribute twenty crates every week.
We leave everyone here sitting on the bottle.
Come to the Mahalle if you have something to clear up.
I always have room in the Mercedes for the nines.
Oh, Bela, I’m in love with your eyes.
I love too much, you can’t believe me anymore.