Testi:
Grease Banda

Running' around dancing' in tights And I noticed the crew And the band playing' down below And I realized I was in a rock video So I went and joined the band

album in a week, microphone is a little wreck, so many can fest, so many pack stedts, i can have a show a mundos, and start my own band, ooh chingo thats

the sparkling coast From the blank interior Everybody's either talking in code Or getting ready to explode Then she was singing with five-piece band

[French Montana:] Huh Huhhh (huh) Uh (uh) Uh [Verse 1: French montana] 100 grand, rubber band A nigga low, a wanted man Sure you're right, I know ya

and creased I want a order of fries with a side of grease I wish for peace throughout this land I want the whole fuckin world in my hand I want a band

the man Who sells the potions I'm just one who plays the songs Now they generally buys The bigger size They usually rub it in I drank it once, it tasted Like grease

cadence is slow, them young kids are not equipped Them handicapped raps get smacked back, in the wheelchair Tuck in your anus piece, we catch crews with rectum grease

Das war ein harter Tag. Ich hab' geschuftet wie ein Vieh! Das war ein harter Tag. Und ich werd' schlafen wie noch nie! Doch wenn ich heim komm' zu dir

Look out your window, baby, there's a scene you'd like to catch The band is playing "Dixie," a man got his hand outstretched Could be the fuhrer, could