Scrung Out
2005
3:33
Official Music Video
Scrung Out by Pharrell Williams
Lyrics & Translation
English
I got your bitch skrung owt, she keep callin'
She see that four wheel, she see that on me
Fresh Caesar, no fitted
I'm all about my digits she's so on my dickdick
Fam-Lay keep it poppin' in the streets
Yellow juice take a sip have a seat
And I'ma bang her, 'til her tongue out
I got you singin', now say it with me
Got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
You better get her mane
Oh shit, they done did it mane
Fam-Lay came through in that kitty thing
And your girl tryna get it mane
If you in love with ya girl better get her mane
I'm a pimp nigga peep how I play
Ain't got a limp nigga I ain't gotta say it
But I'm the coolest you can put your soul on it
New jewels old money with the mould on it
Hang in the beach house ass cheeks out
You know what I be about 'bout to freak out
Uh, and I'ma put it on her like I own her
The sad part about it I don't even wanna
I got your bitch skrung owt, she keep callin'
She see that four wheel, she see that on me
Fresh Caesar, no fitted
I'm all about my digits she's so on my dickdick
Fam-Lay keep it poppin' in the streets
Yellow juice take a sip have a seat
And I'ma bang her, 'til her tongue out
I got you singin', now say it with me
Got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
You better get her mane
It ain't much y'all can do with me, got the crew with me
New sneaks and my shorts cost two fifty
Ain't no such thing as too picky
Got an eighth of that dro and an ounce of that blue with me
Try to tell me that she ain't kinky
Got my new wrist watch with a mean pinky
And my pocket full of green Twinkies
She either lying or she blind as Ray Charles claims she ain't seen me
She said she doesn't lay with just any nigga
But she wanna lay with this Virginia nigga
Got your bitch gone while you sit home
When she in the shower you tryna switch phones
I got your bitch skrung owt, she keep callin'
She see that four wheel, she see that on me
Fresh Caesar, no fitted
I'm all about my digits she's so on my dickdick
Fam-Lay keep it poppin' in the streets
Yellow juice take a sip have a seat
And I'ma bang her, 'til her tongue out
I got you singin', now say it with me
Got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
You better get her mane
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Scrung Out by Pharrell Williams
Scrung Out* (original Pharrell Williams)
I got your bitch skrung owt, she keep callin'
She see that four wheel, she see that on me
Fresh Caesar, no fitted
I'm all about my digits she's so on my dickdick
Fam-Lay keep it poppin' in the streets
Yellow juice take a sip have a seat
And I'ma bang her, 'til her tongue out
I got you singin', now say it with me
Got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
You better get her mane
Oh shit, they done did it mane
Fam-Lay came through in that kitty thing
And your girl tryna get it mane
If you in love with ya girl better get her mane
I'm a pimp nigga peep how I play
Ain't got a limp nigga I ain't gotta say it
But I'm the coolest you can put your soul on it
New jewels old money with the mould on it
Hang in the beach house ass cheeks out
You know what I be about 'bout to freak out
Uh, and I'ma put it on her like I own her
The sad part about it I don't even wanna
I got your bitch skrung owt, she keep callin'
She see that four wheel, she see that on me
Fresh Caesar, no fitted
I'm all about my digits she's so on my dickdick
Fam-Lay keep it poppin' in the streets
Yellow juice take a sip have a seat
And I'ma bang her, 'til her tongue out
I got you singin', now say it with me
Got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
You better get her mane
It ain't much y'all can do with me, got the crew with me
New sneaks and my shorts cost two fifty
Ain't no such thing as too picky
Got an eighth of that dro and an ounce of that blue with me
Try to tell me that she ain't kinky
Got my new wrist watch with a mean pinky
And my pocket full of green Twinkies
She either lying or she blind as Ray Charles claims she ain't seen me
She said she doesn't lay with just any nigga
But she wanna lay with this Virginia nigga
Got your bitch gone while you sit home
When she in the shower you tryna switch phones
I got your bitch skrung owt, she keep callin'
She see that four wheel, she see that on me
Fresh Caesar, no fitted
I'm all about my digits she's so on my dickdick
Fam-Lay keep it poppin' in the streets
Yellow juice take a sip have a seat
And I'ma bang her, 'til her tongue out
I got you singin', now say it with me
Got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
I got your bitch skrung owt
You better get her mane
Scrung Out (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí, sigue llamando
Ve ese cuatro ruedas, lo ve en mí
Corte César fresco, sin gorra ajustada
Todo se trata de mis números, ella está tan encima de mi polla
Fam-Lay lo mantiene sonando en las calles
Jugo amarillo, toma un sorbo, siéntate
Y la voy a follar, hasta que saque la lengua
Te tengo cantando, ahora dilo conmigo
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Será mejor que la consigas, amigo
Oh mierda, lo hicieron, amigo
Fam-Lay llegó en esa cosa de gatita
Y tu chica está tratando de conseguirlo, amigo
Si estás enamorado de tu chica, mejor consíguela, amigo
Soy un chulo, mira cómo juego
No tengo cojera, no tengo que decirlo
Pero soy el más guay, puedes apostar tu alma a ello
Joyas nuevas, dinero viejo con moho
Pasando el rato en la casa de playa con las nalgas al aire
Sabes de qué se trata, a punto de enloquecer
Uh, y se lo voy a poner como si fuera mía
Lo triste de esto es que ni siquiera quiero
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí, sigue llamando
Ve ese cuatro ruedas, lo ve en mí
Corte César fresco, sin gorra ajustada
Todo se trata de mis números, ella está tan encima de mi polla
Fam-Lay lo mantiene sonando en las calles
Jugo amarillo, toma un sorbo, siéntate
Y la voy a follar, hasta que saque la lengua
Te tengo cantando, ahora dilo conmigo
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Será mejor que la consigas, amigo
No hay mucho que puedan hacer conmigo, tengo a la pandilla conmigo
Zapatillas nuevas y mis pantalones cortos cuestan doscientos cincuenta
No existe tal cosa como ser demasiado exigente
Tengo un octavo de esa hierba y una onza de ese azul conmigo
Intenta decirme que no es pervertida
Tengo mi nuevo reloj de pulsera con un meñique impresionante
Y mi bolsillo lleno de Twinkies verdes
O está mintiendo o está ciega como Ray Charles, dice que no me ha visto
Dijo que no se acuesta con cualquier negro
Pero quiere acostarse con este negro de Virginia
Tu perra se fue mientras tú te quedas en casa
Cuando ella está en la ducha, tú intentas cambiar de teléfono
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí, sigue llamando
Ve ese cuatro ruedas, lo ve en mí
Corte César fresco, sin gorra ajustada
Todo se trata de mis números, ella está tan encima de mi polla
Fam-Lay lo mantiene sonando en las calles
Jugo amarillo, toma un sorbo, siéntate
Y la voy a follar, hasta que saque la lengua
Te tengo cantando, ahora dilo conmigo
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Tengo a tu perra desquiciada por mí
Será mejor que la consigas, amigo
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