[Producertag]
Yung Gold wins!

[Chorus: Karuzo]
Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches
Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Cash
Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches
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Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches
Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Cash

[Verse 1: Karuzo]
Young Gods on the boat
Riding on the wave to New York
Sometimes I am higher than the Lord
When you say 9/11, I am talking about my Porsch
Call me Santa Claus because I come with Hoes
After this song every rapper will upload a #metoo-Post
I am one of those kids and I see ghosts
Until I notice that this Phantom is a Rolls Royce
It is about vision, vision, vision, vision
You can wipe, wipe, wipe my floors
Reaper on the surfboard, death is my mentor
I never lose my humor, call me deadpool
Ask Deepak about the rapper with the Niqab
My bitch has D-Cups, I splash all over her like a confectioner
Drink just Decaf, too many DMs, I make the Ms, theirs like Liam Neeson
Meditate, her pussy tastes like honey like a bee - Smile
[Chorus: Karuzo]
Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches
Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Cash
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Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches
Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Cash

[Verse 2: Karuzo]
And when I Joseph I mean Beuys
I make cash with dreams like Sigmund Freud
Pussys get wet like my kois
I am not your friend, god is my friend
She starts dripping like a pool
She has nothing under it, just a shirt like Winnie Pooh
I am not a cop but I hold her tight (nice)
I make no jokes but she likes my gags
It is about dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
She sits on me like Eames, Eames, Eames, Eames
Look, we are the first germans with a Grammy
We chill with Karl Lagerfeld at Penny (nothing new)
It gets violent when I make her my bride
I dive for pearls like divers
I lick her out like an oyster
She tastes sweet and sour
Cash is colorful like flowers
I have more of those than peacocks have eyes
Kappa is only deep when I am in her belly - Smile
[Chorus: Karuzo]
Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches
Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Bitches, Cash
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