Schlager

[Intro]
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[Hook]
C-A-R-A-V-E-O
First name: Ryan, middle name: Bandito

[Verse 1]
Yeah, since a mijo, I been had the steelo
Hand on the wheel, rollin' like an armadillo
Front to the back, yeah, I got the place leanin'
Ridin' shotty in a Beamer feelin' like I'm Willy Beamin
Money super loud, feeling like my scrilla screaming
Yeah, they wet and wanting more, I guess I got 'em Aquafienin'
So, pleased to meet ya, I'm the dealer of the dope
I proceed to serve it up whether you feel it or you don't
What I do? Get 'em hooked then I reel 'em to the boat
You don't like it? You can suck it 'til ya feel it in ya throat
Black shades, lookin' flashy and cool
In class, they would say I never grasped all the rules
I turned in all my homework on the last day it's due
Now, I'm throwin' up that paper like the last day of school

[Chorus]
And we ain't really worried 'bout a thing (Worried bout a thing)
Whatever's in my cup got me feeling like a king (Feeling like a king)
I came in with my gang, now I'm standin' on your stove
Drank so much Schlager that I'm coughin' up gold
But we ain't really worried 'bout a thing (Worried bout a thing)
Whatever's in my cup got me feeling like a king (Feeling like a king)
I came in with my gang, now I'm standin' on your stove
Drank so much Schlager that I'm coughin' up gold

[Bridge]
Now let 'em think, now let 'em look
Make 'em all wonder what happened to the hook
Now put yo hands up when that bass drop
And Imma let y'all know my name just in case y'all forgot, it go

[Hook]
C-A-R-A-V-E-O
First name: Ryan, middle name: Bandito

[Verse 2]
Yeah, my flow frio, ten degrees below
My steelo be colder than a Eskimo
Don't ask me though, 'cause I know it very well
Livin' like a fairy tale in case you can barely tell
This beats harder than me inside of a rare Chevelle
Tryna spark a pair of L's while I park it parallel
Now put your fucking hands up in the air and yell
Now is not a time to give a care about your hair and nails
We rollin' deep and you could even compare Adele
I'm not a liar, man, I'm flyer than a parasail
Hell, we goin' stupid and dumb
Now feel that bass hit your shoes to the roof of your gums
And I'm already juiced, I mixed the Goose with the rum
I'm seeing all these chicks double, I ain't choosing just one

[Chorus]
And we ain't really worried 'bout a thing (Worried bout a thing)
Whatever's in my cup got me feeling like a king (Feeling like a king)
I came in with my gang, now I'm standin' on your stove
Drank so much Schlager that I'm coughin' up gold
But we ain't really worried 'bout a thing (Worried bout a thing)
Whatever's in my cup got me feeling like a king (Feeling like a king)
I came in with my gang, now I'm standin' on your stove
Drank so much Schlager that I'm coughin' up gold

[Outro]
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