Lieben wir English translation
von Shirin David
Lieben wir Lyrics Übersetzung
Uh, how do you handle a shitstorm? (Hm?)
Shake it off like the Taylor Swift song (yuh)
They're asking me again if I'm bi, B stands for Bambi
Bramfeld's Barbie, Bad Bunny Babsi
Not self-made, but body so bossy
Everyone thought for sure that I'd make pop music (no)
Bring my boys along, album is teamwork
With whom do I write songs? (Bitch, do your research)
Private space smells like Space Rage again
Got something sweet for your boy, call it Space Cake
More than a playmate, Anna Nicole Smith
Writing big numbers like on my report card, yuh
Boys go to the doctor for hairline and chest hair
Babsi for a bad body or her button nose
Parents are mad, sis, I'm on the blacklist
German bad bitch with a number one hat trick
No backing despite various successes (no)
'Cause every one of my friends fucks every one of your friends (period)
My toes are white and the booty is nice
His bitch is looking for a fight, we love it
Meet him at one, no idea what his name is
But mh, he's rich, we love it
She's still mad, her stories are wack
I look like a snack, we love it
Today I'm cheeky, but tomorrow he'll get head
Because he carries my bag, we love it
Maybe I have a boy, maybe there are two
Or three girls, anything could be
Take two baddies home, play wife swap
Floral perfume in the air like a bridal bouquet
Bitch, I'm bad, not a wicked witch
Not an evil fairy, bad for the best
Yup, I talk Dirtea, from now on it's Tea-Time
Give the boy top of the head like a freestyle, yuh
Top-notch in a leopard silk pajama
Eastern block bitch with a Baltic mom (mom)
Juh-Dee on the mixdown, beauty from Lithuania (yeah)
Boys dance to my tune like Chris Brown
Please no extreme sports (nah)
But you can take my words, diet talk
Always a playgirl in front of the camera (click-click)
And by the way: Barbie's real name is Barbara
My toes are white and the booty is nice
His bitch is looking for a fight, we love it
Meet him at one, no idea what his name is
But mh, he's rich, we love it
She's still mad, her stories are wack
I look like a snack, we love it
Today I'm cheeky, but tomorrow he'll get head
Because he carries my bag, we love it
Frio
Juh-Juh-Dee on the beat
Young Mesh makes the 808
Shake it off like the Taylor Swift song (yuh)
They're asking me again if I'm bi, B stands for Bambi
Bramfeld's Barbie, Bad Bunny Babsi
Not self-made, but body so bossy
Everyone thought for sure that I'd make pop music (no)
Bring my boys along, album is teamwork
With whom do I write songs? (Bitch, do your research)
Private space smells like Space Rage again
Got something sweet for your boy, call it Space Cake
More than a playmate, Anna Nicole Smith
Writing big numbers like on my report card, yuh
Boys go to the doctor for hairline and chest hair
Babsi for a bad body or her button nose
Parents are mad, sis, I'm on the blacklist
German bad bitch with a number one hat trick
No backing despite various successes (no)
'Cause every one of my friends fucks every one of your friends (period)
My toes are white and the booty is nice
His bitch is looking for a fight, we love it
Meet him at one, no idea what his name is
But mh, he's rich, we love it
She's still mad, her stories are wack
I look like a snack, we love it
Today I'm cheeky, but tomorrow he'll get head
Because he carries my bag, we love it
Maybe I have a boy, maybe there are two
Or three girls, anything could be
Take two baddies home, play wife swap
Floral perfume in the air like a bridal bouquet
Bitch, I'm bad, not a wicked witch
Not an evil fairy, bad for the best
Yup, I talk Dirtea, from now on it's Tea-Time
Give the boy top of the head like a freestyle, yuh
Top-notch in a leopard silk pajama
Eastern block bitch with a Baltic mom (mom)
Juh-Dee on the mixdown, beauty from Lithuania (yeah)
Boys dance to my tune like Chris Brown
Please no extreme sports (nah)
But you can take my words, diet talk
Always a playgirl in front of the camera (click-click)
And by the way: Barbie's real name is Barbara
My toes are white and the booty is nice
His bitch is looking for a fight, we love it
Meet him at one, no idea what his name is
But mh, he's rich, we love it
She's still mad, her stories are wack
I look like a snack, we love it
Today I'm cheeky, but tomorrow he'll get head
Because he carries my bag, we love it
Frio
Juh-Juh-Dee on the beat
Young Mesh makes the 808
Writer(s): Marcel Uhde, Shirin David, Melvin Schmitz, Samuele Frijo, Lars-daniel Hammerstein Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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