CLS Lyrics (English Translation) by LACAZETTE is a latest German song in the voice of LACAZETTE. Its music too is composed by singer while brand new CLS song lyrics are also written by LACAZETTE. This is a popular song among the people of United States of America. The song It is about street life, loyalty, and power, with raw emotions and gritty storytelling. The artist talks about hustling, moving serious weight, and staying tough in dangerous surroundings. There’s a mix of love, pain, and betrayal, showing how things and people have changed. Despite everything, he stays loyal to those close and isn’t afraid to face trouble for them.
CLS (English Translation) Lyrics
[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.
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CLS (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning
[Intro]
Shouting out producers and hyping up the track.
[Hook]
He’s saying that while others travel far for business, he brings the action right to his own turf. He’s not just any rapper—he moves serious weight, handling drügs in bulk every week. Others are left stuck and watching while he’s ahead in the game. If someone has problems, they can come face him in his neighborhood. He’s always ready, even armed if needed. Despite the chaos, there’s a soft spot in him—he’s fallen hard for someone’s eyes, but his intense love isn’t trusted anymore.
[Part 1]
He’s talking to someone close, maybe a girl, saying life’s totally changed. People now care more about money than their own family. Someone who used to look up to him has grown distant, and though they owe him a lot of cash, he’s moved past it. He paints a picture of his world—fancy drügs on display, partying in high-rise apartments, and a dangerous mix of drügs. He sees himself as a leader, not just another guy. He’s ready to protect those he cares about, even drive long distances with a weapon. His lyrics are full of fire and pain. Though he acts tough, he doesn’t like this life deep down. He’s always surrounded by high-end weed and his top crew. To his girl, he’s lucky; to rivals, he’s a threat. He’s dealing with broken souls and learning to hide emotions—it’s a hard, cold life masked in swagger.
[Hook]
Once again, he brags about being the one who brings the hustle home while others go looking for it. He works with big dealers and handles massive shipments regularly. Most people are left behind, stuck watching him succeed. He invites anyone with issues to meet him face-to-face. He’s always got space in his car, probably for weapons or crew. And in the middle of all this crime and toughness, he still talks about his feelings for a girl—he loves too deeply, and now no one trusts him when he says that.
[Part 2]
He’s talking about moving serious money and drügs—70 grand stashed like it’s nothing, and sending heavy shipments through people’s neighborhoods in his CLS (a Mercedes). Only strong people can be part of his circle. He brings up his team and their street power, saying enemies end up hurt or begging. He’s been through a lot and carries trauma from it. He reflects on the idea of leadership and support—if he falls, will someone be strong enough to lift him? He’s still living wild, speeding through the streets, respected like a boss. He’s making big money, stacking crates of goods every month. He doesn’t want a normal job or a regular life. This is Berlin, not a fantasy or an American movie. He’s lived through violence, and the scars—both physical and emotional—are still visible in the mirror.
[Hook]
Once more, he points out how he stays ahead of the game by making things happen where he is instead of chasing opportunities elsewhere. He’s moving huge amounts of drügs every week, and others can’t keep up. He welcomes anyone with issues to come sort them out directly. He’s always prepared, likely carrying weapons in his luxury car. And again, he shifts from street talk to love, confessing strong feelings, but knows no one believes his love anymore because of who he’s become.
FAQs
Q. Who has sung CLS (English Translation) song?
A. CLS (English Translation) song is sung by LACAZETTE.
Q. Who wrote CLS (English Translation) lyrics?
A. CLS (English Translation) lyrics are penned by LACAZETTE.
Q. Who has given the music of CLS (English Translation) song?
A. CLS (English Translation) music is composed and produced by LACAZETTE.
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