Dubai

From September 18th 2024 album 'Dubai'. Pisse from Grimma, Germany. Pisse (English translation: Piss) is a German punk band formed in 2012 in Hoyerswerda, Saxony. Pisse is well-known within the new German punk scene, having performed nationwide in cities such as Wuppertal, Karlsruhe,Munich,and Zürich.

[Verse 1: Flow] Flow. Ha Bitch I'm still smo- still still still smoking Still smo- still still still smoking Stab the pussy up, I'm about to kill her Ioin't drink liquor but the swisher is the killer Baseball swag, if you slipping I'm stealing She wanna keep moving so she gotta (?) She rolling up the purple while I'm rolling up the silver Smoking by the 7, blunts look pregnant And we smoke weed from the pages out of high times Warden getting mad cuz' she play us in the iPod Good kush we connected, Wifi Pot head hippie flow, Tie Dye Captain of the team, and you hating on the sidelines Nigga that's my watch, it's looking like my time Eastside bitch, throwing peas and we locked fives Word to the Philly scare, urb and a pickle jar Swerve in the whip RRRRRRRRR Call that the dizy car RRRRRR VRUUMMMMM, I ain't finished yall Always smoke supa dupa jumbo dubies Everybody eyes' low, kung-fu movie You smell us from a distance, We always keep a guard lit Flame Gang music smoke more than your boyfriend Front in front your dog and I'll lay you down in dog shit Flow so cold, try to bite get frostbit Swag on point, yeah I'm sharper than a shark-fin She playing with my dick, you can call that the joystick Higher than a plane plus my handgun jet black (Bow!) I'll knock his brain out his mull-fucking snap-back Stains on the rug, tried not to get the mat wet We don't sign the thing until you show us where the check at Now sit back and let me taste this green And bitch send some naked pictures to my HTC And send some pictures of your sisters 'cuz it ain't just me A lot of pills A lot of syrup Girl it ain't just weed Gotta murder this shit, like I hate this beat Got high, got the munchies, and I ate this beat Back seat, dark-tint, Lord you can't see me Bitch I'm hotter than the summer time with no AC (Hook): I bet she already know me anyway I got a model and her butt fake She keep saying my blunt taste Good (Ha Ha) Good (Ha Ha) Good (Ha Ha) Good (Ha Ha) I bet she gon' wanna fuck me everyday Girl I promise that the sex great You gon' need a fuck break Ugh (Ha Ha) Ugh (Ha Ha) Ugh (Yeah) Ugh (Flow) (Verse 2): It was me and lil 12 smoking buku L's Run up, shotgun hold buku shells (SShh-SShh Boom) Fuck around kill everybody Flame Gang, Mob Gang, Luke Illuminati Catch you on your bike, shoot you off your Kawasaki The Flamez here, watch the bad bitches start a riot Teach you how grow weed like I studied botany Kush botaness, call it pot-head science Fresh bud, yeah nigga stay levitated I told the doctor I ain't high, just medicated I roll it up, light it up, and I hit that And keep a cup full of yellow like a piss test Shoot him with the pump now he sleeping with a shit-bag Wouldna' did it to him if he'd shown me where the chip stash From the dirty south, keep it dirty like a dish-rag And I roll them fat, yours skinny like a stick-man P-funk shit man I'm true to my flag Your girl eat dick, yea she chew it and gag And I go in once the dubi is passed Rest in peace Aaliya with a beautiful ass Blow a big ball of refer, and I blew it with Hash I keep beating the beat up, I'm just showing my ass No homo mutha-fucka don't confuse me with fags Cuz' I chop your ass up and they'll find you in bags Buggi telling me to stop but I'mma keep going Why you think they call me Flow? Cuz' I keep flowing The weed keep growing, smoking on that hail mary Brakes in my blunt, but my bandana cranberry Marching with my bloods, so you better get yo' band ready Chopper hurt my arm, but I gotta keep my hand steady Pockets on swole, big money keep my pants swelling Get up off my dick cuz' you making all my fans jealous (Oh yeah. Ha Ha. Flow Flow Flow.) (Still smo- still still still smoking) (Still smo- still still still smoking) (Ha Ha Ha yeah nigga. Still smoking bitch) (Supa dupa high. Whatchu know 'bout it?) (Yeah, Flow. The Esho Huero ya' dig?) (Flame Gang Music, too many names)