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yeda goldstein - photostat orange كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
idf
it’s yeda, ayy
said, “what are these f-ckin arabs doing here, i mean tell me, seriously”

[chorus]
said, “greasy turk, you can’t shop with me if you wanted to”
i am jewish, these is j-p country, this is superfresh
hit the shelf, i can get some fish, or some pita chips
and i’m cheap, cut an arab off, so don’t get halal sh-t, look
i don’t pray now, i make social climbs
say i don’t gotta pray, i’m a reform jew
if you see me on that plaque, that means i’m richer than you
i’m a bubbie, you’re a goyim, wh0r-, i make social climbs

[verse 1]
nine eleven, ever heard of it? it was all of you
yeda g, you see these nice nails?, you know where i be
i’m in the spa, hearing what koreans, what say ‘bout me
i be up and down the sh0r- so much, longport is tired of me
honestly, don’t give a sh-t, ‘bout those d-mn mexicans
dropped three husbands in six months, what gran playin’ as hard as me?
i don’t care about no love, don’t let these men bother me
they see diamonds, spics say, “que?,” b-tch, i’m who they dream to be
look, i might just curl up and die, but somehow i’m still alive
i might just fall on my face, my p-ssy feel like a grave
he wanna buy a casket, i’m like, “l’chaim”
i make him get what i want, he buys me a gle
and the new phone, when i drop in the pool, i get the notch on the top
i’m the richest on the block, but i straight out the north-east
got a trim and fixed my nose, hope you hoes know that i’m fake
and i pay my grandson’s school, i ain’t got no time to save
think these bills are big for me?, my leather pockets are still filled

[verse 2]
if you’re an arab, you go boom, you are trash, call the cops
don’t you come begging to me, you can’t hang in my country
and i just checked my accounts, turns out, i’m rich, i’m rich, i’m rich
i put my hand above my hip, i bet you dip, he dip, she dip
i say i get the money and go, this sh-t is hot like a stove
my p-ssy glitter as gold, tell that lil b-tch play her role
i just arrove in a rolls, i just came up in a wraith
i need to fill up the tank, no, i need to fill up the safe
i need to let all these hoes know that none of their n-ggas is safe
i go to dinner and steak, only the real can relate
i used to live in the p’s, now it’s a crib with a gate
rollie got charms, look like frosted flakes
had to let these b-tches know, just in case these hoes forgot
i just run and check the mail, another check from mona scott

- yeda goldstein

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