Songtexte:
Harry Styles

mac and .45 Fuck the police they killed Sean Bell Fuck the FEDS I still deal fishscale Mini me niggas wanna copy my style But legal aid lawyers ain't

own throne Sometimes me have fi wonder how dem gal deh suh bucky Big time police she a lock up everybody She lock up all Pauly, Peter, Barry and Harry

Luv alias Julian Williams flieg los Baby ey Chica ey ey Chica bonita! ich steh jetzt seit Jahren auf der Buhne kicke Styles und mach Scherze vor jubelnden

a story to tell Buy fuck it i got a story as well Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the

I tell Your kids this. Daddy's been doing more Dick-riding than Carrie Wington I'm very venomous, you very innocent and I will send a monster to your house! Call him Harry

) uh (ah) Uh (ah) uh (ah) uh (ah) [Will Smith] Been to the mountain top Down to the valley Philedelph to Cali Y'all feel me like Harry felt Sally Clothes

. I see you carry on. Won't you take a walk with me. We could go for miles. Don't step on the chalk marks. Keep your streety feet in style. Keep moving

You know we got panache Style, sass, gettin mad cash, keepin' it under wraps Pizazz and class, we sit in the back Spendin' mad cash, money, money and

Your kids this. Daddy's been doing more Dick-riding than Carrie Wington I'm very venomous, you very innocent and I will send a monster to your house! Call him Harry