I come in through the door, again I have to say that I don't want to fiddle anything.
We are the ones who really ask doorman's age at the club.
Gang proudly adapt harder, still the doors really keep closed.
What else can you expect, when many have nothing in their pocket
We are the ones who rock and roll, we know how to punch when we're drinking.
When we reset we toast with vodka and soda, hoes want to go give us some head.
We have boats and jet skis, we understand more than the labels on the bottle
We are the examples of Saarinen's lectures, we're high fiving presidents.
Upper and underworld, so that it resounds in the city
that we are on the surface and goddamn deep the same time.
You can't make me blu-blooded, in the clubs come check it out.
But we're the ones who the ministers sms, when they want to flex out.
Chorus:
We are the ones, who boys want to become
We are the ones, who girls want to intercourse with.
We have changed the games, for years known this fame.
We are the ones
We have the paste to bake with, we have what you don't
We are the ones
We are the ones
Nikke Ankara:
We are the ones who pick when theres a clique of girls ahead
We are the ones who they want to break a condom with.
We are the ones they like and hate.
We are the ones who take girls home again.
Flipping in the evening when drinking liquor
So they won't even sell anymore, those who succeed.
I remember when the school was pain for me
Now we do what there's no education for
On the top, even though I'm just starting
We do what you go for
We will win you guys, when you come to try
I roll all day, like a sushi place.
Yeah, Nikke in the mic so sick, yea I'm crazy
For sure I do better with Jare than you've ever heard.
We are the ones who hold their place
How can you be like that
Rock and rolling
We are the ones with honey
We are the ones who have no substitute.
Chorus:
We are the ones, who boys want to become
We are the ones, who girls want to intercourse with.
We have changed the games, for years known this fame.
We are the ones
We have the paste to bake with, we have what you don't
We are the ones
We are the ones
We are the ones who party in Hyde, hah!
You're in need of paste, no hype whatsoever, hah!
You wonder what is wrong with women, hah!
When they press like to us all over the world, aah.
Boys secretly change their style, I roll with the same smile forever.
Half-four they mention us on the street but we're not able to take everyone aboard.
We are the ones who once queued for one euro pints.
Now what we drink we import, what we import we drink.
I advise snobs on the deck of my yacht.
Chorus:
We are the ones, who boys want to become
We are the ones, who girls want to intercourse with.
We have changed the games, for years known this fame.
We are the ones
We have the paste to bake with, we have what you don't
We are the ones