Champagne - L.O.C.

Hun vil fuck for lidt Moët

Spredt ud og gør det hun er god til

Min gud hendes røv er så utrolig

Billedeskøn silhouette ligesom ooh wee

Et rent sind på et beskidt lagen

Se hende danse for lidt champagne

Voksne mænd holder kæft når hendes *røv* taler

Hun er motivet når en engel falder

Helt forført af ekstravagance

James Bond-bitch når hun danser

Et rent sind på et beskidt lagen

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!

De Magnum-duellerer for hendes selskab

Mens de tørrer spildte dråber af hagen

For de er sikre på, at hun vil fuck for lidt Moët

Men går tomhændet for hendes hustle er utrolig

Hun er to led på din lillefinger

Du ikke i et sekund i tvivl hvis hun flirter 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 tigger, «baby, lad nu være»

Men de taler ikke højere end lidt Louis Roederer

She wants to fuck for a little Moët

Spread out and do what she's good at

My god her ass is so incredible

Picturesque silhouette like ooh wee

A pure mind on a dirty sheet

Watch her dance for some champagne

Adult men shut up when her * ass * talks

She is the motive when an angel falls

Completely seduced by extravagance

James Bond bitch when she dances

A pure mind on a dirty sheet

Could turn your world upside down for a little champagne

Watch her dance

For champagne

Watch her dance

We are looking for love

All the wrong places

She says this is love

But she wants money to take me on

See see see her

Stop - seriously try to see her!

The Magnum duels for her company

While drying, spilled drops of chin

For they are sure she will fuck too little Moët

But going empty handed for her hustle is incredible

She's two joints on your little finger

You do not for a second doubt whether she is flirting 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 beg, «baby, let go now»

But they do not speak louder than a little Louis Roederer