Paroles et traduction L.O.C. - Champagne

Champagne

Hun vil fuck for lidt Moët
Spredt ud og gør det hun er god til
Min Gud hendes røv er så utrolig
Billede skøn siluette ligesom u wíe
Et rent sind på et beskidt lagn
Se hende danse for lidt champagne
Voksne mænd holder kæft når hendes taler
Hun er motivet når en engel falder
Helt forført af ekstravagance
James Bond bitch når hun danser
Et rent sind på et beskidt lagn
Kunne vende din verden på hovedet
For lidt champagne

Se hende danse
For champagne
Se hende danse

Vi leder efter kærlighed
Alle de forkerte steder
Hun siger det her er kærlighed
Men hun vil have penge
For at tage med mig videre
Se se se se hende
Stop
Prøv seriøst at se hende
Dit magnum du i lir for hans selskab
Mens de tører spildte dråber ad hagen
For de er sikre på hun vil fucke for lidt Moët
Men går tomhændet for hendes hustle er utrolig
Hun er to led på din lillefinger
Du ikke i et sekundt i tvivl om hvis hun flitter med dig
Du kan tage mit hus mine penge og min fucking bimmer
Du er så meget mere værd end hvad natten bringer
Så hun smiler, mens de tænker baby lad nu være
Men de taler ikke højere end lidt lud rødt rer

Champagne

She'll screw for some Moët
Spreads out and does what she is good at
My God her ass is so unbelievable
Picture perfect silhouette like you
An innocent mind on a dirty sheet
Watch her dance for some champagne
Grown men shut up when she speaks
She's the motive when an angel falls
Totally seduced by extravagance
James Bond bitch when she dances
An innocent mind on a dirty sheet
Could turn your world upside down
For some champagne

Watch her dance
For champagne
Watch her dance

We're looking for love
All the wrong places
She says this is love
But she wants money
To take with her
Watch watch watch watch her
Stop
Really try to watch her
The magnum you chug for his company
As they wipe wasted drops from their chin
For they are sure she'll screw for some Moët
But they leave empty-handed for her hustle is unbelievable
She's two links on your pinky finger
You are not for one second in doubt if she flirts with you
You can take my house, my money and my fucking bimmer
You are worth so much more than what the night brings
So she smiles as they think, baby, don't
But they don't speak any louder than some red wine