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Kalenna - Sommermädchen 2011 - Welcome to St. Tropez
Sommermädchen 2011
Disc 1
01. Could It Be You (Punk Rock Chick)
02. Only Girl (in the World)
03. Born This Way
04. Vem Dançar Kuduro
05. Sweat
06. Memories
07. Welcome to St. Tropez
08. San Francisco
09. On the Floor
10. The Time (Dirty Bit)
11. Beautiful People
12. Higher
13. What a Feeling
14. Hello
15. 2gether
16. My Feelings for You
17. A Touch of Velvet a Sting of Brass (We Love Barbra, Too)
18. Hey (Nah Neh Nah)
19. Bon, Bon
20. Far l’amore
21. California Gurls (Armand van Helden RMX)
Disc 2
01. Just the Way You Are
02. I Need a Dollar
03. Berlin City Girl
04. Price Tag
05. Way Back Home
06. Girls Beautiful
07. Endgeil
08. Invincible
09. Down
10. Mariah (You Know I Want You)
11. Sun Is Up
12. Stereo Love
13. Sky and Sand
14. Allez Ola Ole
15. Summer of Love
16. I Know You Want Me (Calle Ocho)
17. Born Again
18. Release Me
19. Popular
20. You and Me
21. We Run the Night
Welcome to St. Tropez

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 out in the sea
You for real you can't see me
In these Euro frames the whole world change
Mad b*tches so much brought
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 St. Tropez

Woah, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Woah, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez

Welcome to St. Tropez
Oh yeah

We make money, money we spending'
Get mad Henny, swimming and women
Imported linen, Egyptian cotton
The party just started, the party ain't stopin'
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 Murcielago
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
Harley's, Maserati's, Gallardo's, we make too much do'
And we spend it all day, welcome to St. Tropez
Oh yeah

Woah, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Woah, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Woah, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Woah, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, all the way from Moscow, Russia
Give a warm welcome for heavy weight rap champion B smooth...
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

Woah, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Woah, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Woah, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Woah, party now
Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez

Welcome to St. Tropez