쩔어 [Zutter] [jjeol-eo] [English translation]

Tonight we're getting freaky freaky yea

Baby give me some

Give me some yea

You and me, we're getting electric yea

Can you give me some

Give me give me some yea

Tonight we're getting freaky freaky yea

Baby give me some

Give me give me some yea

You and me, we're getting electric yea

Can you give me some

Give me give me some yea

This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick

I'm kinda sick

I shake my legs, I make money, I walk in the sky

Ay do you wanna

It's a mistake to call me GD, call me GOD

If you want, I'll flip it over and become DOG

Stop memorizing useless formulas but just remember this

I'm ill plus 1 (ill) Jiyongi

My age is 2 and 7 combined, natural

I never lose, the dealers get cerebral hemorrhages

Wanna be successful? Yes I'm the manual

Wanna experience me? Then keep it sexual

I left early from the School of hard knocks it's so sick

I'll sh*t on all the boring raps without consideration

Don't need to suck up my name value or my label value

Cause I get applause even when I take a sh*t

(Guess I'm famous)

This is the orientation

To welcome your unbelievable fandom

You're only all talk, saying I have too much money?

My bank account is like a pool table, so many balls

This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick

I'm kinda sick

I shake my legs, I make money, I walk in the sky

Ay do you wanna

This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick

I'm kinda sick

I shake my legs, I make money, I walk in the sky

Ay do you wanna

T.O.P, people call me a ghost

Da Vinci has come back to life, yea my brain

Your music puts me to sleep, decaffeine

You respect me? Quick get on the sinkansen

Francis Bacon in ma kitchen I'm like

Calder dancing on top of your head

All you critics who are way too serious, what do you know?

I used to be fat when I was young so

I know the taste of money

When in Rome, do as the Romans do

All you little kids, go back to your mama's arms

When you see this ground, you'll realize your reality

Little boy, hurry and go back to mama

Light radiates, it spills over

It overflows from me, I'm the one source of inspiration

Anyone can see that I'm so sick

Sick with alcohol they tell me, he's art, so sick

This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick

I'm kinda sick

I shake my legs, I make money, I walk in the sky

Ay do you wanna

This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick

I'm kinda sick

I shake my legs, I make money, I walk in the sky

Ay do you wanna

This is like Tazza

G-Dra_Goni and Dagil's collaboration, put on a big smile

We're both tazzas

G-Dra-Goni and Dagil's collaboration

Put in a bullet and bang bang bang

Tonight we're getting freaky freaky yea

Baby give me some

Give me some yea

You and me, we're getting electric yea

Can you give me some

Give me give me some yea

Tonight we're getting freaky freaky yea

Baby give me some

Give me some yea

You and me, we're getting electric yea

Can you give me some

Give me give me some yea