Lyrics of Champagne - L.O.C.

Champagne (original)

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

(translation)

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