Alright gorls, here's my best attempt at writing trashy American club lyrics.
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CL:
Nega jeil jal naga, nega jeil jal naga
Nega jeil jal naga, nega jeil jal naga
Jeil jeil jeil jal naga, beat
Bom ratatata, ratatatata, bom ratatata, ratatatata
Bom ratatata, ratatatata, bom ratatata, ratatata
Oh my God
Bom:
Why you tryna come for me? Bitch, step out my way, my way
Drop it how I like, you know I own the place, okay
Dara:
Get it when I want it, H.B.B.I.C., don't even try
Step into the ring cause when I tell you 'jump' you say 'how high'
CL:
The baddest female on this track, I'm hot-hot-hot-hot fire
Yo will.i.am you never heard the club is my empire (
)
Minzy:
Nal dwarabayo, just follow me if you can keep up
Make it loud, pump the bass, DJ turn that beat up
On your knees, lovey-dovey, tiara on my head (I had to.
)
I'm the bitch, I'm the boss, I'm the be-e-e-est
Nega jeil jal naga
