BIGBANG...

MADE Zutter-English lyrics-E

 GD/T.O.P:

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

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 

 T.O.P: 

This song is sick, my rap is sick, my style is sick, I'm kinda sick 
I shake my legs, I make money, I live in the sky, ay do you wanna 

 GD: 

It's a mistake to call me GD, Call me G.O.D 

If you want I'll flip it over, become a D.O.G 

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 got 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 shit 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 shit (Guess I'm famous)

This is orientation to welcome your unbelievable fandom

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

My bank is like a pool table, so many balls

T.O.P:

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

GD:

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: 

T.O.P people call me a ghost 

Devinci has come back to life, yea my brain 

Your music puts me to sleep, decaffine 

You respect me? quick, get on the shinkansen 

Francis bacon in ma kitchen 

I'm like calder dancing on top of your head 

All you critic 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 

As 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 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 

 GD: 

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: 

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 

 
 GD: 

Tonight we're getting freaky freak 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 

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