Dein Leben Ist Gefickt Lyrics (English Translation) – SSIO

Read the full Dein Leben Ist Gefickt (English Translation) lyrics by SSIO along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ssio’s music, you can also explore Ich Ich Ich Ich Ich, another song by Ssio.

[Intro]
Ow, ouch, my aorta, ah
Yes, ah

[Part 1]
SSIO, Pink Panther, woah
Your mother strips for me in a Jil Sander thong (Ah)
Call me MILF Hunter
I created the porn site xHamster
What do you mean by “cancel culture”?
Feminists in their mid-twenties are gangbang age (Bang, bang)
I’m a Bitcoin, Ethereum, Ripple, and not a sample collector, say: “Kheir, inshallah”

Silberberg gold chain, not Pakistani jewelry
That’s not a Tom Ford scent, it’s a mar!juana scent
Hide your love, because I’ll shoot your Jutt
Because she likes Kanaks with Moroccan looks
(Tell me, who’s the King of Rap, baby?)
SSIO, Alles oder Nix
Black Afghan like Haribo licorice
You have a seat in the Maxi-Cosi seat
My neighbor Lukas Podolski smells the Haze scent from the fourteenth floor (Okay)
With your monthly salary, you buy yourself a keychain from the Burberry shop (Cling)
After every live show, the Motel One bedsheet is covered in makeup and squirt (Haha)
Have Made a lot of mistakes in life, but never chilled in a Pegador shirt

[Hook]
Come out with an album with a promo phase, nobody pays attention to you, your life is fu*ked
Your manager’s email address is a shisha bar in Cologne, your life is fu*ked
You get into a fight five minutes after smoking a joint, your life is fu*ked
You go to Haus des Döners with a hot chick, you’re short a euro thirty, your life is fu*ked
(Ah, ah) Your life is fu*ked
(Ah, ah) Your life is fu*ked
(Ah, ah) Your life is fu*ked
(Ah, ah) Your life is fu*ked (Yes)

[Part 2]
SSIO, City of God

Has a big cock, but no hip-hop award
When I think about a solution, I have nothing left but murder
Your veneers look like a Korg keyboard
Deliver boards, call me “SSIObi”
Don’t pay for protection like with bareback s*x
You blow your money on a Louis vest
And then you don’t even have money for a duck chop suey
You send Sony your cheap album master via Dropbox link (Pff)
If I drop you the same week, you’re screwed like Wolt and Flink
My album increases mental damage and, in some places, burglary rates
Your label says: “You have to release next time in January to chart at number one”
Come with a Zara undershirt, bazooka on your shoulder, and perform in front of the ghetto block
The b!tch twerks on me like Wand on Latin pop and chews on my yarak like a Center Shock
Still a main character, none of you pissers will ever be real hustlers like SSIO
You can only get my number for half a kilo, my packs smell stronger than Acqua di Giò ah

[Hook]
Come with the album with a promo phase, nobody pays attention to you, your life is fu*ked
Your manager’s email address is a shisha bar in Cologne, your life is fu*ked
You get into a fight five minutes after smoking a joint, your life is fu*ked
You go to Haus des Döners with a hot chick, you’re a euro thirty short, your life is fu*ked
(Ah, ah) Your life is fu*ked
(Ah, ah) Your life is fu*ked
(Ah, ah) Your life is fu*ked
(Ah, ah) Your life is fu*ked

[Outro]
Do you want to file a complaint?
No, nahui, I wanted to fu*k him, nahui
Yeah, we can’t help him with the fu*king now
Fu*k, nahui