Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was lookin’ at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

Them baggy sweat pants

And the Reeboks with the straps (with the straps)

She turned around and gave that big booty a smack (hey)

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

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bloodonmyhands – Tate McRae

以下歌詞翻譯由文曲大模型提供

Lyrics by：Tate McRae/Ryan Tedder/Grant Boutin/Tamia Carter

Composed by：Tate McRae/Ryan Tedder/Grant Boutin/Tamia Carter

Produced by：Grant Boutin

I’ve got some blood on my hands

我雙手沾滿鮮血

I’ve got some blood on my hands

我雙手沾滿鮮血

I’ve got some blood on my hands mm

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夜色在窗邊褪色

你影子還亮著

我伸手卻握不住

那聲再見在指尖碎成銀河

心跳像斷帶唱片

重復(fù)你留下的空白

每一下都在問

為何愛會(huì)逆向盛開

我拼命把淚光關(guān)進(jìn)瞳孔

卻關(guān)不住回憶的煙火

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Confessions (feat. HEESEUNG & JAKE of ENHYPEN x Paul Russell) – Flo Rida/ENHYPEN/Paul Russell

TME享有本翻譯作品的著作權(quán)

Lyrics by：Tramar Dillard/Paul Russell/Shane Snitenan/Seth Ennis Fraser Churchill/Breyan Isaac/Tylon Freeman

Composed by：Daniel Majic

Produced by：Danny Majic

I got confessions to make

我必須承認(rèn)

My eyes are on your body

我的目光落在你身上

Oh I just can’t look away

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Club lights flash, I’m shakin’ my head—SMH,

Gold bottle parade, every beat I spray—SMH,

Shorty drop low, gravity broke, I’m like—SMH,

Private jet lane, still claim the same—SMH.

Snap-back cocked, wrist on frost, they watch—SMH,

Haters talk cheap, let ’em tweet the grief—SMH,

Flo ridin’ high, Detail on the hook—SMH,

Whole world spin when the bass kick in—SMH.

Summer’s not ready when you walk that way,

sun hits your skin like a DJ fade.

Flo flip the beat, Inna make it sway,

Timmy got the horn make the ocean spray.

We riot the night till the moon go gray,

salt on our lips, let the tide replay.

No goodbye, just the high we trade—

summer’s not ready, we’re built to stay.

Shawty got low, low—moonwalkin’ on the bassline,

chrome toes, disco glow, drip spillin’ like grape wine;

T-Pain auto-ghostin’ high, I’m satellite-sprung,

Pit in a platinum jet—305 where we from.

She drop it to Neptune, bounce back with a comet,

make gravity jealous, whole club on her sonic;

I’m throwin’ starlight dollars, watch ‘em orbit her waist,

tell the DJ press repeat—let her crater the place.

Golden sun drip on your shoulder, summer’s in your hair

I-yi-yi, every breath you spill turns the sky to air

Wave rush in, heartbeat spins, salt stuck on my skin

I-yi-yi, palm trees drawing hearts, let the tide rush in

Flo ride the breeze, surfboard under our dreams

Spray-painted moonlight, neon in your jeans

Hands up, let it fly, leave the world on rewind

I-yi-yi, stay here, stay mine

Shawty got that super low,

sneakers hit the floor like whoa,

bass drop, watch the whole room glow,

chain swing, let that liquor flow.

She dip, she snap, she roll it slow,

like Miami heat in midnight snow.

Hands up, then we touch the ceiling,

diamonds flash, got everybody feeling—

this that vibe, we don’t need no ceiling,

just ride that low, keep the night wheeling.

(Verse)

Shawty dipped low on the neon floor, bass slap got her jelly in a figure-four,

Apple-bottom orbit, got gravity in a chokehold,

Flo Rida pirate, I’m digging for that gold glow,

T-Pain autotune rocket, we moon-walk on chrome,

Hands up, cups up, sweat drip, never go home.