More songs by Erda
Description
Producer: MENJU
Composer: Erda
Lyricist: Erda
Lyricist: Chima Ede
Lyrics and translation
Original
Babyface, slim waist, Drop Cake und 'n Drink im Cup. Hips poppen so wie Pistol
Shots. Oh my, er will instant Love. Wenn ich hier slow wine zu 'nem gypt in Sun.
Er sucht Kisses and Hugs. Aber Baby, no time nur für Business Talks.
Million Smile und das Fit Dior. Killin' them all unter ein Ball.
Uh, smooth criminal. Algo Roots, doch die Moves sind Trinidad.
Dress ist cute, doch die Moods sind militant. Meine Crew schießt Loose wie 'ne Minigun.
Komm, wir zeigen dir, wie's geht.
DJ Pump on the Replay. Shake that thing like a Queen, Babe.
So als ob dich niemand sieht, Babe.
Confident, Bootyclap, schalt durch den ganzen Kontinent. Keine Champagnecover,
Mama komm, shake, bamme durch die Nacht. Gib mir alles, drop Body on.
Pretty little thing, let it swing, drop Body on.
Shoot, shoot deine Hips für den Clip, gib alles on.
Shake, was du hast, make it ring like telephones.
Zeig mir, wer du wirklich bist. Drop Body on. Oh my God, keine Flaws.
Fine thing, dicke Stein, Booty soft. Alle in meinem Kreis Beauty Dots. Und scheinen wie die
Plain Jane oder Moss. Sie dachten, ich backtrack, doch bitte, Bitch, please.
Ich bekomm Jetlag, so wie das Biz Fleet. Er macht auf Chef, flex mit Million Deals.
Sagt mir, er tap tap, doch wenn ich komm, freeze. Uh, gib mir gelb und lila.
Übernehm' die Welt mit dem Face Palästinas. Diamonds auf der Waist und der
Pelz Chinchilla. Baby, keine Fakes, meine Bass-Tracks killers.
Komm, wir zeigen dir, wie's geht. DJ Pump on the Replay. Shake that thing like a Queen, Babe.
So als ob dich niemand sieht, Babe.
Confident, Bootyclap, schalt durch den ganzen Kontinent. Keine Champagnecover,
Mama komm, shake, bamme durch die Nacht. Gib mir alles, drop Body on.
Pretty little thing, let it swing, drop Body on.
Shoot, shoot deine Hips für den Clip, gib alles on.
Shake, was du hast, make it ring like telephones.
Zeig mir, wer du wirklich bist. Drop Body on.
English translation
Baby face, slim waist, drop cake and a drink in a cup. Hips pop like Pistol
Shots. Oh my, he wants instant love. If I go here for slow wine to Egypt in Sun.
He's looking for kisses and hugs. But baby, no time just for business talks.
Million Smile and the Fit Dior. Killin' them all under a ball.
Uh, smooth criminal. Algo roots, but the moves are Trinidad.
Dress is cute, but the moods are militant. My crew shoots loose like a minigun.
Come on, we'll show you how it's done.
DJ Pump on the Replay. Shake that thing like a queen, babe.
Like no one sees you, babe.
Confident, bootyclap, scold across the continent. No champagne covers,
Mama come, shake, bamme through the night. Give me everything, drop body on.
Pretty little thing, let it swing, drop body on.
Shoot, shoot your hips for the clip, give it your all.
Shake what you got, make it ring like telephones.
Show me who you really are. Drop body on. Oh my God, no flaws.
Fine thing, thick stone, booty soft. Everyone in my circle Beauty Dots. And seem like them
Plain Jane or Moss. They thought I was backtracking, but please, bitch, please.
I'm getting jet lag, just like Biz Fleet. He acts like boss, flex with million deals.
Tell me he tap tap, but when I come, freeze. Uh, give me yellow and purple.
Take over the world with the Face of Palestine. Diamonds on the waist and the
Fur chinchilla. Baby, no fakes, my bass tracks are killers.
Come on, we'll show you how it's done. DJ Pump on the Replay. Shake that thing like a queen, babe.
Like no one sees you, babe.
Confident, bootyclap, scold across the continent. No champagne covers,
Mama come, shake, bamme through the night. Give me everything, drop body on.
Pretty little thing, let it swing, drop body on.
Shoot, shoot your hips for the clip, give it your all.
Shake what you got, make it ring like telephones.
Show me who you really are. Drop body on.