De Bitches - L.O.C.

De ho’s snakker, jeg har sagt det før

Stikker næsen i ting, de ikke burde gør

Det resulterer i et opkald halv ti lørdag morgen

Når man knap nok er vågen

L.O.C., du' et svin — fuck dig

Du ska' aldrig nogensinde prøv' på at kontakt' mig

Så ka' du skride hjem til hende soen

(Ah, ah, ah) Til I vækker naboen

Jeg fucking håber, at du går ned

Du ved jo udmærket godt, hvem fanden jeg har snakket med

Sidste weekend;

dig, Rune og Troo.L.S

Afterparty, hotelværelset med den bitch

Lad vær at spil' dum, som om du' blank

Jeg ved for fanden godt, det ikk' er første gang

Du' ikk' en skid, dit svin, og jeg er mer' værd

Du kommer til at ærgre dig over, hva' fanden du har mistet her

De bitches lader munden løbe

Som om den havde diarré

Men bitches, bare fat det

Det ka' en stodder ikk' ta' sig af

I prøver desperat at fuck'

De ting, jeg' på toppen af

Men mit game er for lir, fuck hva' I siger

Kommer altid tilbage-age

Denne gang er det åbenbart mig, der står forskud

Men tag det som en spiller, eller la' dig slå ud

Den ene sagde til den anden ho

At hun sku' ta' og stik' mig opkald nummer to

«Hej skat, jeg ved godt, du' promiskuøs

Men ku' du ikk' ha' fundet en lidt mindre billig tøs

Der' knap så forhadt og mindre skandaløs?»

I passer godt sammen, når du er så skruppelløs

Og du har vel brug for noget mindre glamourøst

La' os sige det sådan — hun gør ikk' grimme piger nervøs'

Din leg med kvinder den er infantil

Og kan og skal ikk' udføres af en imbecil

Og du må ha' hukommelse som en debil

Hvis du tror, jeg ta’r det her med et smil

Helt ærligt, jeg troede ikk', det var din stil

Har lige snakket med min bror, så hold lav profil

De bitches lader munden løbe

Som om den havde diarré

Men bitches, bare fat det

Det ka' en stodder ikk' ta' sig af

I prøver desperat at fuck'

De ting, jeg' på toppen af

Men mit game er for lir, fuck hva' I siger

Kommer altid tilbage-age

Den er lidt svær at redde ud den her

Men nogle lir-tøser de' ogs' player

Hun holder pisset ægte uden silikon'

Så det' med et halvt smil, jeg ta’r min telefon

«Jeg ringer ikk' for at gi' dig en skideballe

For sådan noget det sker jo — man kan aldrig vide, vel?

Nu ved jeg, hvor jeg har dig — og dig, hvor du har mig

Og fuck it, jeg' stadig klar

Du troede måske, at jeg vil' bli' overrasket?

Men vi' lavet af samme stof — jeg har ret ikk'?

Nogle synes, den er svær at leve med

Men vi to ka' sagtens blive ved, nå men, hey, jeg må skride»

De bitches lader munden løbe

Som om den havde diarré

Men bitches, bare fat det

Det ka' en stodder ikk' ta' sig af

I prøver desperat at fuck'

De ting, jeg' på toppen af

Men mit game er for lir, fuck hva' I siger

Kommer altid tilbage-age

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bi-bi-bi-bitch

The ho’s talking, I’ve said it before

Sticking their nose in things they should not do

That results in a call at half past nine Saturday morning

When you are barely awake

L.O.C., you're a pig - fuck you

You should 'never ever try' to contact me

Then you can go home to her sow

(Ah, ah, ah) Until you wake up the neighbor

I fucking hope you go down

You know very well who the hell I've talked to

Last weekend;

you, Rune and Troo.L.S

Afterparty, the hotel room with the bitch

Do not play 'stupid, as if you' blank

I know damn well, this is not the first time

You'd not 'shit, you pig, and I'm worth more

You'll be upset about what the hell you've lost here

The bitches let their mouths run

As if it had diarrhea

But bitches, just grab it

A stodder can not take care of that

You're desperately trying to fuck '

The things I 'on top of

But my game is too lir, fuck what's you saying

Always coming back-age

This time, it's obviously me who's ahead

But take it as a player, or let yourself be knocked out

One said to the other ho

That she should take and call me number two

"Hey honey, I know you're promiscuous

But you could not have found a slightly less cheap girl

There 'hardly so hated and less scandalous? »

You fit in well when you are so unscrupulous

And you probably need something less glamorous

Let's put it this way - she does not make 'ugly girls nervous'

Your play with women it is infantile

And can and should not be performed by an imbecile

And you must have memory like a fool

If you think I'm taking this with a smile

Honestly, I did not think it was your style

Just talked to my brother, so keep a low profile

The bitches let their mouths run

As if it had diarrhea

But bitches, just grab it

A stodder can not take care of that

You're desperately trying to fuck '

The things I 'on top of

But my game is too lir, fuck what's you saying

Always coming back-age

It's a little hard to save this one

But some lir-girls they 'also' player

She keeps pissing real without silicone '

So with a half smile, I pick up my phone

"I'm not calling to give you a fucking ball

For something like that happens - you can never know, right?

Now I know where I have you - and you where you have me

And fuck it, I'm still ready

You might have thought that I would 'be' surprised?

But we 'made of the same fabric - I'm not right'?

Some find it difficult to live with

But the two of us can easily go on, well, hey, I have to move on »

The bitches let their mouths run

As if it had diarrhea

But bitches, just grab it

A stodder can not take care of that

You're desperately trying to fuck '

The things I 'on top of

But my game is too lir, fuck what's you saying

Always coming back-age

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bitch

Bi-bi-bi-bitch