ولدة عرب

ولدة عرب

ولدة عرب

ولدة عرب

ولدة عرب

شرد شرد

Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit

Big, big, big money, he was gettin' some coins

Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace

Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish

Now that's real, real, real

One in my purse, 'cause I came dressed to kill

Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils

I'm fly as hell, I got 'em thirsty, track and field

By the way, what he say?

He can tell I ain't missing no meals

Come through and check him in my automobile

Let him - with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill

He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal

He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab

So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like

Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt

Oh my gosh, look at her butt

Oh my gosh, look at her butt

Oh my gosh

اويلي

ولدة عرب

shady

aftermath

lets go

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feelin' on his nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as supersonic speed

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman?

Innovative and I'm made of rubber

So that anything you say is ricochetin' off of me

And it'll glue to you and

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a motherfuckin' audience

A feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream."

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous

They confuse it

"It's not hip-hop, it's pop, "—'cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it