Lyrics:
(First Song, after four years, without the bitch, yeah)
Ay Rage, when you came back, in my life 9 months ago,
April '21, actin' like a hoe hoe,
(Ahhh, Shit)
You were never fun, when you flipped out,
Imma better run, get it done, now an ex-con,
(Yeah, i was a convict)
You're about to perish girl, you gotta see,
What you know about Charly Brecky?
(What you know about me?)
My heart asked me to deliver this personally,
You destroyed me, now feel my reversible heat uh,
(Shit's on fire)
Ey everything you gave me i give you back,
On a lyrical base, 500 bucks ey where they at, eh?
(Still nothin' on my pay pal tho)
Oh i forgot now you hangin' with a broke dude,
Get him food, feed him good, you guys so cute,
(Oh Shit, oh i forgot you is a bitch)
Oh that was so rude, so cute,
My good mood get you two fools so screwed,
(You! Yeah, You! You Lil, uh)
You lil ...... stabbed me in the back,
Vaginas over friendship that's where you at?
(I'm so done with you boy)
Ay back to the witch, your mouth needs an off switch,
Bury yo head deep in the sand lookin' like an ostrich,
(Biatch)
You're hairy like a monkey, beat so funky,
Facing' tha devil watch me so spunky,
(Been through hell and back)
This beat ain't supposed to match my Lyrical Destruction,
Been a slave six months to your seduction,
Always askin me "where you at? ay what yo doin'?
You with yo ex Gaby? You screwing?"
(We might, now you'll never find out)
Gave you all that money, my time and daily the D,
You always told me that you had the best sex with me,
And we even did tapes, bitch you know that,
Stop threatening me or u find your ass on the internet,
(Still remember when you said)
"I got no talents, only a fat ass,"
So listen carefully and learn sum in this class,
(Haha, Bitch)
Believe it or not, i would even have so much more to blast,
Guess what im grown i'll leave it to the past,
(Yeah, Im done)

Charly Brecky - Lyrical Destruction (Frozen) (Prod. By. Sickick)

Lrics:

Intro: (Angelica Secco)	         							
Volo, tra nuvole di aria colorate,
Chiudo, gli occhi e cado in picchiata,
Mi sento, così leggera e inizio a fluttuare,
E sento, l aria fresca tra i capelli e smetto di pensare,			

Part 1: (Angelica Secco)	         							
Alla giornata a come é andata alle,
Discussione che hai avuto di quel momento,
Che avevi pensi a cosa hai fatto a cosa hai,
Lasciato stare pensa tra il casino quanto hai,
Avuto tempo per pensare e quando arrivi,
A quest ora, della giornata e decidi,
E quando arrivu a quest ora della,
Giornata e decidi di, farti una tirara prendi,					
 
Part 2:	            								
Yeah, cuz when the world ends,
I hope it all comes with announcement,
Cuz i dont wanna die for nuttin,
Just wanna smoke one with the guys or sumthin,
Wanna smoke one and wanna chill,
Dont wanna hold you against your will,
And dont work all day for a little pittance,
I wanna make a bunch of stacks no more cents,
Spend it for weed, spend it for cars,
Spend it for miami holiday green cards,
Feel you the gipsy flavour, 
Ey mixed with a bit of italian behavior,
The english language, romanian roots,
Foreign food, Sarmale, Ardei umpluti,
I was runnin trought this shit with my woes,
Because my friend, this is the life i chose,					

Chorus 1: (Angelica Secco)	         						
Tempo per pensare e quando arrivi,
A quest ora della giornata e decidi,
E quando arrivu a quest ora della,
Giornata e decidi di, farti una tiara prendi,					

Part 3:	            								
Now, let me tell ya bout the life as a rapper in white,
Nobody shows ya respect, they laughin „You're Bright!“
Sometimes it is okay, sometimes i have to fight,
Because of my skin color, is that allright!?,
When im doin my thang and they lookin at me,
I feel the hate, ey but it aint nothing to me,
Im in my own world, i'm only a refugee,
But i'm integrated, i work as a deputy,
I was thinkin bout her, and was thinkin bout me,
Always thinkin bout us, what we gonna be,
Then i open my eyes, it was only a dream,
Yeah i open my eyes, it was only a dream,
First conceive, then believe, achieve,
Not really, that's what these haters can not believe,
The phone rings at 2am, could it be?
Naaw shit, only low battery,							

Chorus 2: (Angelica Secco)	         						

Outro: (Angelica Secco)	       	  						
Mi sento,
Così leggera e inizio a fluttuare,
E sento,
Tra nuvole di aria colorate,

Before I Leave

Charly Brecky Ft. Angelica Secco - Tempo Per Pensare (Prod. By Charly Brecky)

one of the best tracks ever from Charly Brecky AKA P.A.T.

Charly Brecky Ft. Dafina Zeqiri - Veq Me T'Pas Ty

Lyrics:

Part 3:													
I get grilled in my car like a fuckin chicken,
I ask my seat neighboor why the air condition trippin'?
Its like a barbecue in here, go head n try my chest,
Believe me my friend it tastes like KFC - Stuttgart West,
Peaches Willson and Sabrina you already know,
Two fat persons rollin like my beamer bro,
Talkin on the phone in my orange black car,
300 on the highway, police hates this car,
Outside the car my friend i look homeless as shit,
Swim trunks, tank top, Bathing slippers - its lit,
But i dont care, cuz i dont give a fuck,
Cuz when you hate on my car, come on bitch get the fuck,
When im rollin with my orange love, 
Drive Truh Chicken box killer imma big dawg,
When i get older people say i look like Al Pacino,
Charly Brecky, Sint romun pizda y no chino,

LueFromTheSix Ft. Charly Brecky - Highway (Prod. By Charly Brecky)

LYRICS:

Part 1:									
My name is P.A.T and my real name is Patrik Breckner,
When I wrote this I was 16, wantet to be the best rapper,
I was born in germany on the 15th of december,
When I get the big money i get my ass to california,
I have brown hair and my eye color is blue-green,
They're not brown my friends know what i mean,
The village where i live is called Zell u.A,
I visited the GHS highskool, everyday,
I love PE bruh, basketball fo real,
You wanna know where im at, location privat u digg,
I have a crush on basketball yeah like this now,
Its part of my life so like rapping check this out,					

Chorus 1: 2x								
You can follow me or go your own way,
I prefer scotch, no bombay,
This is my life homie please check this out,
My personal profile is this,
Check my SoundCloud Page out,
I log me in haters out,							

Part 2:									
Who on da wall over there wit da lean?
Me and my sister her name is Jacueline,
Shes 6 years old and she lives wit my father,
I hardly see her cuz, cuz i love with my mother,
My mommy works in a store in fuckin K.H.,
My favourite N.B.A. Player is Dwayne Wade,
Yea imma good role model when I turn green,
Drunk people run the red light, yeah but not me,
My fuckin daddy is gone but I dont give a F,
He never cares about me faggot take your damn last breath,
Celiac disease is not enough for the death,
I life my life till it ends everyday anew fresh,					

Chorus 2: 4x								

Part 3:									
Big cars, big house, hot chicks, amuse,
This aint my life but I wear jordans air force,
When I got the big money I will donate it man,
To all them africans call me the new peter pan,
Flip like Breezy, Banks, Fiddy 'n Birdman,
Flo-Rida, Kendrick, Snoop, Dre and the Wu-Thang-Clan,
You know wat up, its Pat Charly Brecky,
Thats my full name as I am registered in Germany,
When people hear my bars they cant believe I am white,
Listen folks I keep wit u, ya'll pussies know i'm right,
When I come in the dark u see a shinin' light,
I like fight movies thats why my example is Jet Lie,
The one, born to die are my favourite movies,
I pray for dead rappers, I know they can hear me,
Pray for my homies like I do pray for my family,
I pray for you, I let my haters fade away!

Charly Brecky - Personal Profile (Prod. By Charly Brecky)

Just a Song where everything is about the lyrics.
Nothing for someone who likes melodies. 
Just Bars...Enjoy

Part:														
I don't have a diamond chain, but yet im gonna make my rims spin,
Pat Charly Brecky what you talkin bout im in here,
Already know, i let the watch glow,
I pull up in the car the same color as snow,
Oh my god Charly Boy damn im in this,
Step inside the club and all the girls goin crazy,
Have a lot of haters but they can not face me,
It's not all good until they don't pay me,
Got a romanian ass but not a horse trader,
I dont care, grab the basketball and lay it up,
P.C.B the beast make yo girl girl play it up,
I pull up in the Beamer like go head man blaze it up,
Already know its PadiBoii is a thunder,
Used to rock the shades named dolce and gabana,
Its all about my own, i dont have a couple million,
Everybody knows that i do it for the childeren,
Pull up in the Beamer but i rock in no cuzzi,
Got a Orange car Same color as you kid,
I sell a lot of food if you haters didn't know it,
Got no damn money call me poor motherfluffy,
Ya'll allready know, i will rap, 
And i dont give a damn, if you rappers give me trap,
I pull up in the Beamer same coler as crap,
Thats brown for you haters that dont like my rap,
You dumb, Charly Boy always liked the old skool,
I dont give a fuck, i write the verse like a fool-fool,
Oh my god P.A.T is goin digital,
I pull up in the Beamer same color as invisible,
Oh my god, he's snapin' of the chain,
P.A.T the man i grab you girls in the train,
We dont give a damn, everybody know my name,
I pull up in the Beamer same color dookies mane,
It's like why is Charly Brecky Boy talkin Beezy,
I dont give a damn, soulja boy was special to me,
I pull up in my Beamer and ya haters might see me,
But i dont give a fuck, Beamer same color PiPi,
Oh my god, chain is yellow,
I be that pretty motherfucker like „hello“,
Everybody know my motherfuckin name,
Is Pat Charly Brecky, bumpin raps out my veins,
I just bought a chain dog tag it's raw,
I pull up in the Beamer windows down ''whats up'',
Charly Boy the gipsy man ya'll already know,
I got a brend new Beamer same color as dope,
I pull up in the spot and it smells like dro,
I bought a new watch same color as smoke,
Ohh my god, i make a hater choke,
Because i only make minus thats why im still on below,
In the hood, i still post it up in the ghetto,
I still got a girl gotta make her say hello,
But i dont really really really give a fuck,
Its Pat Charly Brecky make dem hater shut up,
My name out ya mouth, i post it in the hood,
I got no mill thats why im still in the hood,
It's still all good cuz i live in no mansion,
My life's on the line, keep growing, expansion,
Oh my god, PadiBoii you is snapin',
I dont give a fuck i dont call this shit rappin',
Call this shit playin', im just talkin,
And if you think u fuck with it, god damn u can buy it,
I, dont know are you buyin or tryin,
Pat Charly Brecky make the whole thang rising,
But i dont give a damn Charly is the man,
I got no damn money but i still got a plan,
Im gonna do it and you gonna learn,
Better not play with the fire man or u get burn,
Mister Pat Charly Brecky, i am the teacher,
Go to church and listen to your preacher,
Oh my god PadiBoii you jock me,
Shut the fuck up, please puta you copy,
Me, i started this GP Snap shit,
P.A.T is tellin me dont drink that shit,
So i didn't get drunk and i didnt get high,
But i still want 30 hundred tousend make it fly,
Make it fly hell yeah i make it rain,
Pat Charly Brecky now ya'll know my name,

Charly Brecky - Pull Up In The Beamer (Prod. By Charly Brecky) (76 BARS)

SPECIAL THANKS TO:
Irene, Levine, Kristine, Maxine, Coleen, Nadine, Francine, Miriam, Julia, Sabrina, Jennifer, Veronese, Denise, Gina, Farida, Ms.Weber, Natascha, Angelique, Alina, Evelyn, Joanne, Faith, Natascha, Alexandra, Victoria, Angelique, Célina, Laura, Nicole, Klaudia....

THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO ALL OF YOU CUNTS/ANGELS.
Some of you have made me like i am today. 
And some were an important part of my life. 
THANK YOU!

LYRICS:
Part 1:													
I'm not lovin you, way I wanted to,
What I had to do, had to run from you,
I'm in love with you, but the vibe is wrong,
And that haunted me, all the way home,
So you never know, never, never know,
Never know enough, til it's over love,
Til we close enough, system overload, system overload, system overload,				

Chorus: 2x													
So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down,
Keepin ya love locked down, ya love locked down,
So keep ya love locked down, ya love locked down,
Now You keep ya love locked down, you lose,								

Part 2:													
Ey Girl what'z up (hold up),
Imma bout to fix u (hold up),
Locked out of heaven or nah,
Chill, i aint Bruno (hold up),
When i sip lean, fuck her trough jeans,
She ain't sixteen, just turned eighteen,
Call her Irene, Levine, Kristine, Maxine, 
Coleen, Nadine, Francine pussy eater wolverine ayyy,
Miriam, Julia, Sabrina, Fucking Jennifer,
Ya'll know my new chick Veronese,
Maybe go back to my ex-girl-friend Denise,
Miss a little latin girl named Ortiz,
Waiter i'm hungry, feed me all these bees,
I'm in my fuckin Beamer wit dem doors up,
Chillin wit Farida, almost no clothes on,
Shit is so hot only underwear 'n no pants,
While my girl is doin her job with no hands,
This ain't a freestyle bruh, lemme tell ya,
First about my teacher miss Weber,
Just turned 36, call her sexy mama,
I like her fat ass i wanna balla balla,
I had an Italin hoe, Piccirillo,
Was her sideboy she called me gringo,
Now she gotta smile cause i speak spanish,
Says ''that wasn't spanish, that's spanglish,''
I bang ish, one dish - same wish, 
With all my girls in the middle of a orgy, sandwitch,
In my bed, gimme head,
To all my exes, ya'll so sad, feel adressed!								

Part 3:
Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah?
You can ride my face until you dripping cum,
Can you lick the tip then throat the dick or nah?
Can you let me stretch that pussy out or nah?
I'm not the type to call you back tomorrow,
But the way you wrapping 'round me is a prob,
Ain't nobody tryna save ya, Baby get that paper,
Probably got a lot of other bitches owe you favors,
Pussy so good, had to save that shit for later,
Took her to the kitchen, fucked her right there on the table,
She repping XO to the death, I'm tryna make these bitches sweat,
I'm tryna keep that pussy wet, I'm tryna fuck her and her friends,

Charly Brecky - To All My Exes (Prod. By Charly Brecky)

I really hope U guys understand the message behind these bars....
#Black #White #Yellow

LYRICS: 

Part 1:												      
My psycho crew is the best, now check this out,
Imma rapper homie you know what im talkin bout,
Do you know who my favorite rappers are,
Travis Scott, ay straight up, 50 cent, kendrick king lamar,
Jiggy Fam, i do my thang, baby that's up,
A.O. Is my neighbour lemme tellem better what's up,
Black, black, black, White and Yellow,
Hope u get the message, follow me fellow,								

Part 2:												      
Hip Hop is black, hip hop is white, hip hop is yellow men,
I'm a part of dem white rappers but i do my thang,
Music is my life and is where i'm come from,
You know what i want, you know you know where im callin' from,
Germanyyyyy, This is the shit i never wanted,
German rappers you get intimidated,
They don't realize how ugly this language is,
Real shit, real deal, gon n' step to this,
I show them travey, and they dont know,
They only know bushido, ladyboy with no flow,
Ey peep this, the future is my Jiggy Fam,
My name is P.A.T but call me Charly Brecky men,
Friends, Family, Fans, Fantastic,
Don't mess with the crew if yo stuff is made of plastic,
Imma tell you how this began in my basement,
Listen to me carefully cuz I will not repeat myself,							

Chorus 1: 2x											      		
Black, black, black, White and Yellow,
No racist shit around here, you're starting to marsh my mellow,
Black, Black, black, White and Yellow,
Hope u get the message in my letter, follow me my fellow,						

Part 3:												       
I just caught a felony, in yo eyes i see jealousy,
I know these people mad at me, so why u just now tellin me,
Gotta keep that pack on me, gotta keep that strap on me,
Cuz the way these faggots is now a days they tryna play for keeps,
Pushing dope out the jeep, roll on figures while i creep,
Tryna keep shit way from me, cuz now im bussin in the street,
You don't want this beef put it on a stove cook me some to eat,
You think i play for Miami look a white boy bring that heat,
So hot, i can not Breathe, so hot, i can not Breathe,
Lungs full of Lemon Chill smoke, blow out smoke wreath, 
On these bars i am a beast, you should know that im off the leash,
Put that hoe on a dinner plate, that pussy my fuckin feast,
Ironing your life together while my shirts are creased,
Travling nothwest, southeast, queensland, northeast, 
Family and friends ask me when this song is released?
Last but not least, ay listen listen, pssssst pssssst,	
							
Chorus 2: 2x

Charly Brecky - Black, White & Yellow (Prod. By Charly Brecky)

LYRICS:

Part 1:									
Uh, Imma, 
Flip it, slip it, drip it, tip it eh,
Century, feelin like a chemestry,
Sleepery, bad and buje shit,
When u hear my latest ish,
Shakin' like a little bish,
I wanna be great,
Faithful, wakeful, unfadeable, thankful, gainful, playful, 
Hateful, strongful, untouchable, but never been gullible,
But instead of all that shit u think im a little fool fool,
Yeah, yeah, right now im cumming in your ear,
I'm scratching on your drumhead like a grizzlie bear,
You scream where where, bro I be like everywhere,
Yeah yeah, exotic hoes for real my friend I swear,
Italy is where I was in Rimini,
I Got two foreign hoes, and they both tryna deal me,
Federika and Klaudia, polish woman and italian,
My friends Roland, Simon & Rene said imma stallion,				

Part 2:									
Part two, 
I'm flippin these eggys i'm cooking too,
In the kitchen, flippin' floppin' salt and pepper like a fool,
Wooo Wooo, don't u afraid of me and my crazy crew,
Stanky leg, cookin dance all these battles u will lose,
Hicka Bicka Boo, hidden slang, jim and tim possible,
That's an older memory when I was still watchin' cartoons,
In the 90's, until I turned 14, 
My development has begun slowly a child became a teen, Ya, Ya, Ya,
Cuz I shoot you with my words, rata ta ta ta taaa,
I was 9 when I smoked rabbit hay, ey no ganja,
But I act stoned, felt cool like a ras-ta taaa,
I flipped from white girls to black girls from Ghana,
After high school shit got real, needed to act up,
Girls got pregnant, some people i knew got locked up,
Some didn't graduate, all former couples broke up,
Best friends become strangers, was no longer backed up,

Charly Brecky - Flip It (Prod. By Charly Brecky)

RE UPLOAD:

LYRICS:

Part 1:													
I kissed your lips,
We do chill in my crib, I'm PadiBoii i know you like my prick,
I kissed your tits,
Know you wouldn't play with me, my better half madame i love you,
I kissed your lips,
Girls tryna catch me on stage, i know you wanna fight them in the cage,
I kissed your tits,
Case you didn't know who this, is Charly Brecky and you know,
I kissed your lips,												

Part 2:													
We walk hand in hand, and than down the street,
Good wheater, beautiful, your skin is brown,
I'm the biggest talk from GP,
Baby know im sayin', sittin',
In my car where i asked you,
I was shy, all the time, i said:„hi, you're fine“,
Girl you waitin', and i'm thinkin', what should i do now,
Face to face and than cames the first kiss,
You asked yourself „why does he do this?“
Girl you are sexy and i love you,
Spell it for u L.O.V.E baby boo,
It was the best day in my life shawty,
I hope we think alike you're my number one baby,
I don't give a fuck, what other people think about us,
They can kiss my ass, these people are lost,
This is envy, belive me, is easy, my baby,
Angel i love you...												

Chorus 1:												      
I hope you love me (Love me),
Ey girl i love you know more than (More than),
You got what you need,
The money, the love, more kisses (Kisses Kisses),
You got my Six-Pac,
When you want every hour,
Kiss me, when you want kissin',
And don't be so shy when we see us (See us),
I've fallen in love with you,

Part 3:													
And if you would ever require me to learn your mother language,
I would do anything to manage the package,
Te quiero hueles bien, amo tu perfume,
Que pasa, mami me encantan tus labios,
This is yo boy padiboii and i love you girl,
If i didn't love you wouldn't write a song bout you,
My girl, my babe, my shawty, my chocolate,
Is yo boy, yo honey, yo shorty, your boyfriend,
It's our life and it's wonderful,
Baby-Girl i love my pretty sexy tanned girl,
You know i love your hairs and your beautiful brown eyes,
Compliments are not my strength, but i rise,
I'm stupid, i'm silly as fuck, i am what i am,
I am direct, you left that, i'm your biggest fan,
Girl you know imma musican, but don't take the crack,
Prefer kissin your tits they're way betta than crack,							

Chorus 2:

Charly Brecky - I Hope U Love Me (Prod. By Charly Brecky)

LYRICS:
		
Chorus 1: 2x (John A. Baker & Charly Brecky)							
Why u nigga???
Lyin on your dick, lyin on your dick, lyin on your dick, lyin on your dick,
Why u lyin'?..Why u lyin'?..Why u lyin'?..Why u lyin'?..Why u lyin'?						
																																								
Part:													
Yeah, third home boy, (Ohoooo)
Oh yeah that's me, (Ohoooo)
I'm P.A.T, (Ohoooo)
Better known as P.C.B, (Ohoooo)
Charly Brecky my name better don't spell it wrong,
Why you tellin' all them girls that you've got a big dong,
Don't lie you bitch, ain't slidin' in,
Or divin' in, you ridin' him that's all it been,
We're on a dead-end siding, but still lyin',
So tell me why u lyin, You got cought dont even try it,
Tell me why you don't replyin', almost started cryin',
Then you said, I saw her butt, dropped a like,
Commented on it, she replied,
Saw her tits, and then subscribed,
I Lost my mind so i got lifted,
She got me so high, i think that i'm addicted,

Chorus 2: 2x (John A. Baker & Charly Brecky)

Charly Brecky Ft. John A. Baker - Why U Lyin' (Prod. By Charly Brecky)

Pat Charly Brecky (born December 15, 1992) better known by his stage name Charly Brecky was born in west Germany and grew up as a single child in south Germany. 
He has Romanian as well as Hungarian roots. 
2006 he met his friends "Simon & Rene", who he started rapping with. after a while they as well started with their own beats with FL Studio in the basement of his mother in the end of 2007.
P.A.T, under the pseudonym he is also known, is a producer & ghostwriter for others, as well as musician for himself. 
Although he grew up mainly with German music, He himself can not start with German rap, so he decided to start his music career in the English language from the beginning which makes it even harder to find the right audience in his country.

2018 he decided to move to Australia to improve his English in what he succeed but mostly worked in the mining Business in Kalgoorlie instead of making music. 
Two years later he came back to Germany and teamed up gain with his old colleague Lil Spleen aka Mason Ferrantine aka Mase F aka Mase F+ aka LueFromTheSix and made music again. 
The rest ist History.

Charly Brecky

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