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Yeah-yeah I said we ain't even speak, but she talkin' with her eyes Thick brown hair, we don't talk about her thighs Looking up and down, got her eyes on the prize And I saw she got a man, but I read between the lines We ain't even speak, but she talkin' with her eyes Thick brown hair, we don't talk about her thighs Looking up and down, got her eyes on the prize And I saw she got a man, but I read between the lines I was looking at you looking at mе, baby, ah (yeah-yeah) Sur son corps, c'est que du Fendi, baby ah (yeah-yeah) شايفك جانبيك بس والله فاهمك انا باخذك او الله بياخذك، ولا You'll never find another Arab that's better than me I know you wanna be a part of the family tree But when your legs up on my shoulders, it's harder to speak But keep talking to me, حياتي She said, "I been all over, hopping out of these Range Rovers I'm barely sober, I feel lonely I'm so over The people that I'm hanging out with, they're not cultured" She grew up in the East, now she's here so we toast To the fact that she made it this far, it's not easy She said that I look familiar and she's seen me All over her FYP, that might be me Believe me, I tell her حبابتي We ain't even speak, but she talkin' with her eyes Thick brown hair, we don't talk about her thighs Looking up and down, got her eyes on the prize And I saw she got a man, but I read between the lines We ain't even speak, but she talkin' with her eyes Thick brown hair, we don't talk about her thighs Looking up and down, got her eyes on the prize And I saw she got a man, but I read between the lines اعطيط رأيي هناك وعرضي ما باخد فلوس من صهيني فاهم قصدي ولاد أونس ولا، علي اصلي فأوعى تحكي مش متمسك بأرضي وبيحكوا عنا كلام، يسبوا بالإسلام يخسفوا ببيوتنا وبتتكلم عن السلام وقتلوا أبنائنا وبيهتوا على النسوان صارلي فترة مش نازل على البلاد It's been too many days I know I been away I've been around the world and back on my own But you know I'm getting paid It's been too many days (it's been too many days) I know I been away (I know I been away) I've been around the world and back on my own But you know I'm getting paid (but you know I'm getting paid) Baby, don't you worry I'll be there for you when you really need me Baby, don't you worry I don't think you really need me
Writer(s): Henry Morris, Marwan Abdelhamid Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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