More songs by Jazeek
Description
Producer: Zel Productions
Composer: Kavo
Composer: Zel Productions
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh ja, Baby, I'm finally free.
Fuck my Ex.
Put your Middle Finger up and scream: "Fuck your Ex".
Die Hoes sind low, ich hab' no Time to stress. Ja, sie reden von Liebe, aber wollen dein Cash.
Wenn du so was siehst, besser on to the next.
But spin around, spin around, spin around, spin around, Babe. Ja, ich bin on Top, plötzlich willst du mich back. Vor deinen
Girls ziehst du meinen Namen durch den Dreck.
Doch in der Nacht schreibst du wieder einen Text. Payday, fühl' mich wie Stunna. Bin auf meinem A-Game, send me my
Dollars. Mach' Movie so wie Ray J, lil' Kim, K. Allah. Kop' sie wie ein Young
Baller. Yeah, fuck my Ex. Fuck these Bitches and fuck mein Stress. I love
Dollars, they love me back.
Pretty Girls singen alle mit: "Oh ja, Baby, I'm finally free".
All sexy Ladies come to me an meinen Tisch. Oh Baby, I'm finally free.
Oh Baby, I'm finally free.
Alle Middle Finger in die Luft, schrei': "Fick meine Ex, fick ihre Neuen, fick diesen Hund". Ketten an meinem Hals wiegen über sieben Pfund. Zweihundert Jungs im
VIP, die Flaschen gehen dunkel. Das' kein Song zum Mitsingen, aber alle Pretty
Ladies machen darauf trotzdem Lip Sync. Alles, was ich sag', is' real Shit.
Baby, ich bin five ten, doch ich habe latte big Things.
Spin around, spin around, spin around, spin around, Babe. Du willst mich back, aber es ist too late. Alle meine
Beauties haben Titties und Cake. Und ich lasse sie singen like, like: "Fuck my Ex.
Fuck these Bitches and fuck mein Stress. I love Dollars, they love me back". Pretty
Girls singen alle mit: "Oh ja, Baby, I'm finally free".
All sexy Ladies come to me an meinen Tisch. Oh Baby, I'm finally free. Oh Baby,
I'm finally free.
English translation
Oh yes, baby, I'm finally free.
Fuck my ex.
Put your middle finger up and scream: “Fuck your ex”.
The hoes are low, I have no time to stress. Yes, they talk about love, but want your cash.
If you see something like that, it's better to move on to the next one.
But spin around, spin around, spin around, spin around, babe. Yes, I'm on top, suddenly you want me back. Before yours
Girls, you drag my name through the mud.
But that night you write another text. Payday, feel like stunna. Am on my A-game, send me my
dollars. Make a movie like Ray J, lil Kim, K. Allah. Cop 'em like a Young
Baller. Yeah, fuck my ex. Fuck these bitches and fuck my stress. I love
Dollars, they love me back.
Pretty Girls all sing along: "Oh yes, baby, I'm finally free".
All sexy ladies come to me at my table. Oh baby, I'm finally free.
Oh baby, I'm finally free.
All middle fingers in the air, scream: "Fuck my ex, fuck her new one, fuck this dog". Chains on my neck weigh over seven pounds. Two hundred guys in
VIP, the bottles are going dark. It's not a song to sing along to, but it's all pretty
Ladies still do lip sync on it. Everything I say is real shit.
Baby, I'm five ten, but I've got big things.
Spin around, spin around, spin around, spin around, babe. You want me back, but it's too late. All mine
Beauties have titties and cake. And I make them sing like, like: "Fuck my ex.
Fuck these bitches and fuck my stress. "I love dollars, they love me back". Pretty
Girls all sing along: "Oh yes, baby, I'm finally free".
All sexy ladies come to me at my table. Oh baby, I'm finally free. Oh baby,
I'm finally free.