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C.B.A.

 

C.B.A.

(album: C.B.A. (CROSS BORDER ARMAGEDDON) (The English Album) - 2023)


Yeah, you in the presence of a G (Ayy)
Watch me drip, yeah, my watch got drip, Salvador Dalí (Drip)
Swagger of a pimp, you got the swagger of a simp (Ayy)
If you ever get blown, it's your ashes in the wind

Ja, ja, rough, tough and Deutsch
I put a price on your head like you're some stuffed cuddly toy
Mastermind of a drug-smuggling ploy
As I watch the pieces come together, I feel upcoming joy (Ooh)
Bentley coupes, fancy suits (Yeah), Italian elegance (Yeah)
My presence makes the Taliban belly-dance (Hah)
Suits are tailor-made, we cut throats, razorblades
Lamborghini stud, aerodynamics like a paper plane
I see it in his eyes (Yeah), he a fake Don (Tzz)
The way his stories sounding fishy like a Wave song (Wave song)
Hailstorms falling down on gravestones (Gravestones)
Rage mode in my DNA code
Yeah (Yeah), put on my armor, getting started
You see karma hitting hard as if armageddon started
My album got delayed because of drug-posession charges
Cock and load, rock 'n' roll, start a fucking melodrama (Ja)

C.B.A., C.B.A. (Ayy)
Cross Border Armageddon, C.B.A. (Ayy)
I'm in Hamburg-Hafen (Ayy) on a windy day (Day)
Deporting fifty K pure as a crystal lake (Lake)
Out of fifty K (K) we make sixty-eight (Eight)
Whipping that white girl, Mr. Grey (Grey)
C.B.A. (Ayy), C.B.A. (Ayy)
Cross Border Armageddon, C.B.A.

Corpses get buried (Buried) under cedar trees (Yeah)
With those mourning heads hanging like a Jesus piece (Uh)
Ended up drug addicts, begging on weakened knees
'Til they have a meltdown on shrooms, pizza cheese (Tzah)
This world is not a fair place (Fair place)
No fair plays, so you keep on running with a scared face (Hah)
Try to hide, bro (What?), you scared to fight, bro?
You in flight mode like iPhones on airplanes
I come to your live show, I'm waiting there backstage
One good low kick is making your legs break (Yeah)
Going to the medics the next day
You getting penetrated by the X-ray, Kardashian's sex tape
I'll visit you at the hospital bed
And break your upper body too using your oxygen mask (Ah, ah)
Now you're lying there in a coma all mummified
My face over your face, I'm singing you a lullaby (Ja)

C.B.A., C.B.A. (Ayy)
Cross Border Armageddon, C.B.A. (Ayy)
I'm in Hamburg-Hafen (Ayy) on a windy day (Day)
Deporting fifty K pure as a crystal lake (Lake)
Out of fifty K (K) we make sixty-eight (Eight)
Whipping that white girl, Mr. Grey (Grey)
C.B.A. (Ayy), C.B.A. (Ayy)
Cross Border Armageddon, C.B.A.

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