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Текст песни «Rude Girl» от Dockers Mc

Представляем точный текст композиции "Rude Girl" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Dockers Mc . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Rude Girl» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Dockers Mc передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.

Dockers Mc - "Rude Girl"

Lyrics to Rude Girl : In the area where I live, theres only one brer that is fit. He looks like Usher but he chats about shit, got a big dick he dont know what to do with it. I invited him kindly to my house, he accepts my invite then blows me out! Must have some Jezzie coming round, spreading her legs and getting down. "This is not a love thing, its just about sex" That to me is no respect, So I blank his calls and I blank his texts Just to let the brer know I was vexed Hes on a long ting son, Gots to go elsewhere if he wants some, He can kiss me up but he wont get none, This is when a girl gets called no fun. Tonight is my bredrens party, I like his workmates cos theyre vair arty, Theyre care bout more things than just getting dirty, And they like me cos Im well flirty But who' Whoops! There he is! Usher look-alike, out on the piss. Grinding up some next mans missus, Should keep his hands to himself I think. Tasha, Keisha, Shanai and Mona Think that the brers a begger friend loner. And a bit dodgy cos he drinks Corona, but I think Ill drink it too when Im older, and more cultured, cos its foreign, aint it' Later as the party heats up, Im sipping my rum out of a paper cup, Eyeing up the fly-bois dancin well-rude to some local boys garage tune. Usher-boi steps next to me, whispers he wants to chat with me, see I was drunk and feeling silly, everybody in the clubs getting tipsy. He holds my hand well smoothly and says he wants to move me, Lists all the things he could do to me- doggy style or me giving him a blow job...and that was it, really. 'I like you, you know, I'll take care of you girl, take you on a magic carpet, trippin' round the world. I love my ladies but you could hold me down. Come on cheeky turn that frown upside-down.' I got no time for you boy, why you chat out your arse' Why you always stepping next to me, you're too fast. Can't you just leave it with things the way they are' Your face is always in my grill, can't you fix up, star' 'I love you, girl.' 'No, you don't.' 'I need you, girl.' 'Soon you won't.' 'Love me, girl! Please I'm real. Ain't a brer allowed to express the way he truly feels'' 'It ain't the way you feel, and I know that now. 'Cos when I saw you in Footlocker you was standing in a crowd. And in front of big mans, you don't chat to me, but when you're on your jays, you're there texting me.' 'Don't go basing our relationship on others. See, this is what I hate about you, I've discovered. You're on a long ting, you care too much what people think, when all I wanna do is buy you Kickers in blue, caramel and pink.' See, this is when things get hard, I need to tell you a story and it is dark. 'Cos I had a pair of Kickers that got jacked from my yard. Some dog-girl cam eover who I thought was a friend, she borrowed my crepes, I never saw her again- liberties, I know. Three years later and things are sick, I'm living in Kennington and it's wicked. Usher's done for dealing even though he don't deal but I got a baby now, so at least I can appeal. Next day in Brixton, in the hair shop, I recognised the next girl, she's from Topshop. She comes over to me, drags out my extensions, I thought she was on crack and craving attention. But she blaze me boi, 'cos I stole her man. Usher's her baby father and I was like SLAM! I didn't believe her bullshit and I went to Maccy D's and bought a chocolate milkshake, and drank it on my jays. And then I realised-it was probably true. Usher-boi's got a reputation that I tried to see through. I finished my milkshake, put my daughter in her buggy, put a bit of milkshake onto her dummy. Usher-boi can stay in jail-boy, he's a loss, but oh, my gosh-I got a promotion at Argos! [ Rude Girl Lyrics ]

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