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DJ Antoine, Тимати & Kalenna - Bravo: The Hits 2011 - Welcome to St. Tropez
Bravo: The Hits 2011
Disc 1
01. Geronimo
02. Moves Like Jagger
03. We Found Love
04. Hangover
05. On the Floor
06. Give Me Everything
07. More
08. Yeah 3x
09. Sweat
10. Party Rock Anthem
11. The Time (Dirty Bit)
12. Born This Way
13. Mirrors
14. Taken by a Stranger
15. Way Back Home
16. Changed the Way You Kissed Me
17. Levels
18. Loca People (What the F**k!)
19. Welcome to St. Tropez
20. Danza kuduro
21. Mr. Saxobeat
22. Call My Name
Disc 2
01. Video Games
02. New Age
03. Rolling in the Deep
04. Grenade
05. A Night Like This
06. You and Me (In My Pocket)
07. Over the Rainbow
08. Stay
09. I Won’t Let You Go
10. Price Tag
11. When We Stand Together
12. Mr. Know It All
13. Nur noch kurz die Welt retten
14. Nur in meinem Kopf
15. Wake
16. Still
17. Pumped Up Kicks
18. Hollywood Hills
19. E.T.
20. Molotov
21. Coming Home
22. Hungry Eyes
Welcome to Saint-Tropez (oh, yeah)

Get fresh, gotta stay fly
Get the jet, I gotta stay high
High up like a la-la-la
Ain't nothin' here that my money can't buy
Dolce, Gucci and Louis V
Yacht so big I could live on the sea
You for real? You can't see me
In these Euro frames, the whole world change

Mad bitches, so much broads
Feel the life when I wanna fuck them all
Get mad brain in my very fast car
Ferrari V12, Maranello on my arm
Ladies can't resist the charm
Haters, kiss the ring of the Don
And we do this all day
Welcome to Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez
Whoa, what a night
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez

Welcome to Saint-Tropez (oh, yeah)

We make money, money we spending
Get mad Henny, swimming in women
Imported linen, Egyptian cotton
The party just started, the party ain't stoppin'
Keep shit poppin', poppin' these bottles
Haters keep hatin', fuckin' these models
So much money like we own the lotto
Pull up to a club in a white Murciélago

He don't make dollars, he don't make cents
He don't make you rich, he don't mean shit, shit
We the shit
I mean how much better can it get?
Harleys, Maseratis, Gallardos
We make too much dough
And we spend it all day
Welcome to Saint-Tropez (oh, yeah)

Whoa, what a night
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez
Whoa, what a night
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez
Whoa, what a night
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, all the way from Moscow, Russia
Give a warm welcome for heavyweight rap champion B Smooth the Groove
So make some noise for the one and only Mr. Black Star

Get it up, don't stop your body
Come on, ladies, let's get naughty
Get it up, now everybody
Come on, girls, here comes the daddy
Get it up, don't stop your body
Get it up, again your body
Get it up, now everybody
Get it up for music

Whoa, what a night
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez
Whoa, what a night
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez
Whoa, what a night
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez

Welcome to Saint-Tropez