Aim, shoot, let em dance
Separate the troops from the gangs
We ain't got time on our hands
You're no threat, you're just more fans
Aim, shoot, let em dance
Mercenaries roll up in a tank
F*ck you cunt and f*ck your friends
You face looks f*cking icky through my lens
Aim, shoot, let em dance
Leave em on the ground
Feed em to the ants
This crusade doesn't end
Mercenaries, troops over gangs
Aim, shoot, let em dance
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
Mercenaries on the front
Better watch your back bitch
Ak spraying thru'
Boutta leave you headless
Deviljin got wavedash
Sidestep, electrics
Your bitch she gave head
Even though she hates it
Bitch im strida
Call me sniper
No one tighter
Except kaiser
Your friends f*ck them
Clout chase pog champ
You talk nonsense
F*ck off, god damn
Mercenaries be the gang it aint hard to understand
Never act like we talk slang, we want money in the bank
And we pull up - shoot
Boutta grab the - loot
Like a hoola - hoop
Spinning around - you
I dont know your crew so dont come at me with that f*cking gang shit
Sucking dick like crazy and I didnt had to pay it
May I grab a knife
In a bush I hide
Got you in my sight
Its that soldier (76) type
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
Kaiser (feat. Sulph & Depth Strida) Video (MV)
Performed By: The Mercenaries
Language: English
Length: 2:08
Written by: Cyrill Hutterli, Marcel Strida
The Mercenaries - Kaiser (feat. Sulph & Depth Strida) Lyrics
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English
Aim, shoot, let em dance
Separate the troops from the gangs
We ain't got time on our hands
You're no threat, you're just more fans
Aim, shoot, let em dance
Mercenaries roll up in a tank
F*ck you cunt and f*ck your friends
You face looks f*cking icky through my lens
Aim, shoot, let em dance
Leave em on the ground
Feed em to the ants
This crusade doesn't end
Mercenaries, troops over gangs
Aim, shoot, let em dance
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
Mercenaries on the front
Better watch your back bitch
Ak spraying thru'
Boutta leave you headless
Deviljin got wavedash
Sidestep, electrics
Your bitch she gave head
Even though she hates it
Bitch im strida
Call me sniper
No one tighter
Except kaiser
Your friends f*ck them
Clout chase pog champ
You talk nonsense
F*ck off, god damn
Mercenaries be the gang it aint hard to understand
Never act like we talk slang, we want money in the bank
And we pull up - shoot
Boutta grab the - loot
Like a hoola - hoop
Spinning around - you
I dont know your crew so dont come at me with that f*cking gang shit
Sucking dick like crazy and I didnt had to pay it
May I grab a knife
In a bush I hide
Got you in my sight
Its that soldier (76) type
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
Separate the troops from the gangs
We ain't got time on our hands
You're no threat, you're just more fans
Aim, shoot, let em dance
Mercenaries roll up in a tank
F*ck you cunt and f*ck your friends
You face looks f*cking icky through my lens
Aim, shoot, let em dance
Leave em on the ground
Feed em to the ants
This crusade doesn't end
Mercenaries, troops over gangs
Aim, shoot, let em dance
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
Mercenaries on the front
Better watch your back bitch
Ak spraying thru'
Boutta leave you headless
Deviljin got wavedash
Sidestep, electrics
Your bitch she gave head
Even though she hates it
Bitch im strida
Call me sniper
No one tighter
Except kaiser
Your friends f*ck them
Clout chase pog champ
You talk nonsense
F*ck off, god damn
Mercenaries be the gang it aint hard to understand
Never act like we talk slang, we want money in the bank
And we pull up - shoot
Boutta grab the - loot
Like a hoola - hoop
Spinning around - you
I dont know your crew so dont come at me with that f*cking gang shit
Sucking dick like crazy and I didnt had to pay it
May I grab a knife
In a bush I hide
Got you in my sight
Its that soldier (76) type
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
No one tighter except kaiser
Writer: Cyrill Hutterli, Marcel Strida
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid