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Origineel

[Chorus: Pharrell] I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do [Verse 1: Azealia Banks] Thank you, darly Buy the barry I can admit I likes to party I spent a grip, I swipes the cardy When I heist, I’mma drips my pricey garmy (garment) I’m the swami Hyphy hip-cat I’m “freaky-fit-that” I could I could rrrrr-ip-pap Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat When I dyke with a bitch,-that’s spicy! Get that! [Chorus: Pharrell] I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do [Verse 2: Azealia Banks] Ayo P. Do that freaky jam on the beat Iz you with that butter shit-that, that *bonne vie? Did you divvy, did you double dig that? That song sings- freaky deeky, whistle-wetter, slip that slit (that thong thing) Hyphy-cheeky-cheddar-checker get her own cheese That’s a chicken w/ her head off That’s that bitch that won’t be with her Official with that with that whole steez Flighty-fleety-feather-witch that whip that long weave nigga [Refrain: Pharrell] They shootin’ in the parking lot Everybody get low They shootin’ in the parking lot It ain’t where you wanna go Now standby soldier standby soldier And work it with the motherfuckin’ ass like I told ya Standby soldier standby soldier And work it with the motherfuckin’ ass like I told ya [Verse 3: Azealia Banks] Ice the berg, white’s the fur Im’s in the house, like nice suburb Pipes on her pout, might pipe the purr Peter pipe been about my pint for sure Ims a mermaid, rhymes the Nurse I’m little red ride, ride the verse My shimmy-shake’s inside the shirt Should a dyke and a gay guy try to flirt? (laugh) [Chorus: Pharrell] I got racks, racks, racks til the ATM jam Tell me what you gonna do? I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you gonna do? You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch A thong get lost in a fat ass bitch I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam [Refrain: Pharrell] They shootin’ in the parking lot – Everybody get low They shootin’ in the parking lot It ain’t where you wanna go Now stand by soldier, stand by soldier And work it- whip that muthafuckin ass like I told ya! Standby soldier standby soldier And work it with the motherfuckin’ ass like I told ya (Birds Chirping)

Vertaling

[Chorus: Pharrell] I got racks, racks, racks, ’till the ATM jam Zeg me wat je wilt doen Ik heb rekken, rekken, rekken, tot aan de pinautomaten Zeg me wat je wilt doen Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch Ik heb rekken, rekken, rekken tot aan de pinautomaten Zeg me wat je wilt doen Ik heb rekken, rekken, rekken, tot aan de pinautomaten Zeg me wat je wilt doen I got racks, racks, racks, ’till the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch Ik heb rekken, rekken, rekken tot aan de pinautomaten Tell me what you wanna do [Verse 1: Azealia Banks] Dank je, schat Koop de barry I can admit I likes to party I spent a grip, I swipes the cardy When I heist, I’mma drips my pricey garmy (kledingstuk) I’m the swami Hyphy hip-cat I’m “freaky-fit-that” I could I could rrrrr-ip-pap Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat When I dyke with a bitch,-that’s spicy! Pak dat! [Chorus: Pharrell] Ik heb rekken, rekken, rekken, tot aan de pinautomaten Tell me what you wanna do Ik heb rekken, rekken, rekken, tot aan de pinautomaten Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you wanna do [Verse 2: Azealia Banks] Ayo P. Doe die freaky jam op de beat Iz je met die boter shit- dat, dat *bonne vie? Did you divvy, did you double dig that? That song sings- freaky deeky, whistle-wetter, slip that slit (that thong thing) Hyphy-cheeky-cheddar-checker get her own cheese That’s a chicken w/ her head off Dat is die trut die niet bij haar wil zijn Officieel met dat met die hele steez Flighty-fleety-feather-witch that whip that long weave nigga [Refrein: Pharrell] They shootin’ in the parking Everybody get low They shootin’ in the parking It ain’t where you wanna go Nu stand-by soldaat stand-by soldaat En doe het met je reet zoals ik je gezegd heb Stand-by soldaat stand-by soldaat En doe het met die verdomde kont zoals ik je gezegd heb [Verse 3: Azealia Banks] Ice the berg, white’s the fur Im’s in the house, like nice suburb Pijpen op haar pruil, zou kunnen pijpen de spinnen Peter pipe been about my pint for sure Ims a mermaid, rhymes the Nurse I’m little red ride, ride the verse My shimmy-shake’s inside the shirt Moeten een pot en een homo proberen te flirten? (lachen) [Chorus: Pharrell] I got racks, racks, racks til the ATM jam Tell me what you gonna do? I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam Tell me what you gonna do? Jij bent een stoute teef, een stoute teef A string get lost in a fat ass bitch I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam [Refrein: Pharrell] They shootin’ in the parking parking – Everybody get low They shootin’ in the parking lot It ain’t where you wanna go Nu stand by soldier, stand by soldier En werk eraan… sla die verdomde reet zoals ik je zei! Stand-by soldaat stand-by soldaat En werk eraan met die verdomde reet zoals ik je gezegd heb (Vogels tjirpen)