Scooter - Bigroom Blitz текст песни

It’s, it’s, the bigroom blitz!
Turn it up !
Shotta got the plan, man
Always like a Grand Slam
Big shot, hole in one
Shotalot is on the run
Crack on the whip, snap attack
Bars so tight, front to back
I reach my fate at the gates
God says shotta you was great
When I’m shopping
And my bag filled with options so don’t ask
What it cost I’m in a Maserati
Coupe going so fast
That I lost ‘em
And my bitch got so much swag
That these bad bitches on us Ah! Killing y’all, pow!
(Bigroom Blitz)
It’s, it’s, the bigroom blitz
Bring the noise !
I jack them hoes, direct them hoes
Take ‘em home and let them hoes
Go live out their fantasies
They’re popping pills, I’m rolling weed
Even got a couple bad bitches overseas
Shotta got the slo-mo
You can call it pro flow
Every shot a straight flush
Shotalot is in a rush
Back on the floor, lyrical madness
On the mic, Jack the cactus
I reach my fate at the gates
God says shotta, you was great!
Shotta gotta the chicks
It’s, it’s, the bigroom blitz
Yee-haa !
Nobody’s hotta than shotta! Thank you!