GoldShip - Uma Musume - Rap Song - FanMade - [Betting on The Gold]

Описание: [Verse 1]
yeah, it’s me, the silver-maned storm on the track,
Fans bet big, but I’m throwin’ ‘em off the rack!
Piles of yen, they’re stackin’ up high,
But I trip at the gate, and their dreams go bye-bye!
I’m munchin’ on carrots, dodgin’ the plan,
Late to the race, but I’m still your gal!
From the back of the pack, I might take the win,
Or crash for the lulz—bet against me, you’re thin!

[Pre-Chorus]
12.1 billion? Whoops, I slipped!
Fans’ wallets cryin’, their tickets got ripped!
I’m laughin’ and dancin’, I don’t give a care,
Messin’ with bets is my signature flair!

[Chorus]
I’m crashin’ the odds, makin’ bettors scream,
Wreckin’ their hopes, livin’ wild in my dream!
With a giggle and wink, I’m flippin’ the score,
This horse girl’s chaos leaves ‘em beggin’ for more!
(Uma uma uma!) I’m nuts, I’m bold,
(Uma uma uma!) No bets gettin’ old!
From the back to the front, I’m ruinin’ the day,
Silver-haired trickster, I’m blowin’ ‘em away!

[Verse 2]
Sailor hat tilted, purple bow’s a hit,
Six gold buttons for my G1 grit!
McQueen’s all fancy, bettin’ she’ll win clean,
‘Til I swap her oats for a jellybean!
She’s yellin’, “You scamp!” while I’m rollin’ with glee,
Rice Shower’s in on it, we’re prankin’ times three!
Fans bet on my speed, but I’m wild as a breeze,
Might nap in the grass, leave their yen in a squeeze!

[Pre-Chorus]
Mood swings? Heck yeah, I’m a whirlwind of fun,
One sec I’m sprintin’, next I’m chasin’ the Sun!
Bettors keep tryin’, but I’m slippin’ their grip,
This gal’s the reason their predictions all slip!

[Chorus]
I’m crashin’ the odds, makin’ bettors scream,
Wreckin’ their hopes, livin’ wild in my dream!
With a giggle and wink, I’m flippin’ the score,
This horse girl’s chaos leaves ‘em beggin’ for more!
(Uma uma uma!) I’m nuts, I’m bold,
(Uma uma uma!) No bets gettin’ old!
From the back to the front, I’m ruinin’ the day,
Silver-haired trickster, I’m blowin’ ‘em away!

[Bridge]
I’m sailin’ my ship through a sea of bad bets,
Fans thought I’d win, but I’m full of regrets—NOT!
I’m cacklin’ while their yen goes up in smoke,
Popped a watermelon, made McQueen nearly choke!
Bet on me? Ha, better flip a coin,
I might race backward just to mess with your loin!
Spica’s my squad, but I’m stealin’ the light,
Ruinin’ your tickets is my pure delight!

[Final Chorus]
I’m crashin’ the odds, makin’ bettors scream,
Wreckin’ their hopes, livin’ wild in my dream!
With a giggle and wink, I’m flippin’ the score,
This horse girl’s chaos leaves ‘em beggin’ for more!
(Uma uma uma!) I’m nuts, I’m bold,
(Uma uma uma!) No bets gettin’ old!
From the back to the front, I’m ruinin’ the day,
Silver-haired trickster, I’m blowin’ ‘em away! [Outro]
So toss your yen, watch it sink in my wake,
I’m Gold Ship, baby, givin’ wallets a shake!
With a laugh and a spin, I’m off to the stars,
Bet against me? Ha, better stick to your jars!