Sommer Lyrics – Bonez MC & RAF Camora (English)

[Intro: RAF Camora]
(Ah-ahh)
Count stars like in the Royce
I dreamed of a villa like that
By the sea with a joint
Fly private jet like a fat cat
Brunette and a blonde (Ahh)
Shred 'em until I come (Ah-ah)
Until I come

[Verse 1: RAF Camora]
In the sea at the Dune de Playa
Look at the skyline at night (At night)
With an elegant Chaya
In a designer thong
Like the melody of the playa
All black like the Knight Rider (Ah)
Trained like Super Saiya'
Come on, let's go to places
Where no one has been before, ey
None was yet

[Chorus: RAF Camora]
Summer
Brand new outfit
Sun tans through the Audi
In the Bottega bag a small rope
I'm ready for summer
And the Chays are getting browner and browner
Forty degrees, almost like a sauna
Summer, summer

[Verse 2: Bonez MC]
I'm high and I'm rolling low
Dark red skyline, sun is glowing
White Nissan Skyline covered in weeds
Always have something with you
Great performance, what an outfit
I start rapping
The women rap too
Heh, and the bitches rap along too
Autograph in her cleavage

[Pre-Chorus: Bonez MC]
Ride a jet ski across the sea
Yeah, multiple millionaire
Take every wave with you
And don't see the end, no
Don't need cutlery for my dessert
Just sex backstage at the concert
On Jäger Energy
Yeah, ya salame

[Chorus: RAF Camora]
Summer
Brand new outfit
Sun tans through the Audi
In the Bottega bag a small rope
I'm ready for summer (Ah)
And the Chays are getting browner and browner
Forty degrees, almost like a sauna
Summer, summer

[Bridge: Bonez MC & RAF Camora]
Whole table is full of bottles
Beautiful women with expensive bags (Summer)
Don't grow up (Oh-oh-oh)
So much gold on my neck
No clouds, no shadows (Summer)
Don't want to miss anything

[Pre-Chorus: Bonez MC]
Ride a jet ski across the sea
Yeah, multiple millionaire
Take every wave with you
And don't see the end, no
Don't need cutlery for my dessert
Just sex backstage at the concert
On Jäger Energy
Yeah, ya salame

[Chorus: RAF Camora]
Summer
Brand new outfit
Sun tans through the Audi
In the Bottega bag a small rope
I'm ready for summer
And the Chays are getting browner and browner
Forty degrees, almost like a sauna
Summer, summer