Translation of the song lyrics Hun Vil Ha' En Rapper - Jooks

Hun Vil Ha' En Rapper (original)

Jeg ik et stilikon ligner ik en million
men lyder som en milliard når jeg på den mikrofon
broke — jeg har ik en krone — tomme lommer i mine jeans
har ik råd til en dyr tøs har ikke engang råd til Billi (g)e Jean
så jeg sipper billig vin og sætter ild til en af mine
sidste stænger nikotin og lukker nattelivet ind
mænd på fire ben jager for at finde en
tøs med klasse inden klokken ringer ind til sidste time
så hun er ik alene behøver intet diadem
nattens dronningen combi af kvinde min og kvinde din
ja hun er virkelig fin burde hedde giloutine
fyrerne de taber hovedet når de ser hende grin
hun vil ik ha en rock n roller
der står og skråler
Gasolin ved et bål
og hun vil ik ha en bodybuilder
hvis eneste jern der virker
er det med vægte på
og hun vil ik ha et jakkesæt
med pengeclips og slips
tænder ik på regnskabstips
og hun vil ik ha en prettyboy
der går i for fint tøj
hun vil ha wifebeater og sneaks så når hun ser dig siger hun
nej nej nej nej nej
så når hun ser dig siger hun
nej nej nej nej nej
så når hun ser dig siger hun
jeg vil ha en rapper jeg vil jeg vil ha en rapper
hun vil ha en rapper — siger jeg til mig selv
mens jeg passerer mænd der alle må gå triste hjem
de tabte mælet da de talte med hende
og det hjalp ik da lod deres penge tale for dem
og deres trendy tøj hjælper ik noget
når det deres mundtøj der gået af mode
og hvis de prøvede at fylde hende med pis var hendes svar
er du for dum til at se forskel på pussy og pissoir
hun skal ha en rapper der siger det som det er
intet skjult intet glemt der siger det sådan her
der gir hende lige det hun fortjent
en gentleman i byen og en gadedreng i sengen
så jeg siger det til hende og hun svarer igen
har en betingelse hvis jeg ville se hende i mit hjem
hun synes ik der bliver spillet nok rap i dag
så hun fik mig til at lave pop så alle kan høre hvad hun vil ha!

Hun Vil Ha' En Rapper (translation)

I'm a style icon I look like a million
but sounds like a billion when i get on that mic
broke — I don't have a penny — empty pockets in my jeans
ik can afford an expensive bitch can't even afford Billi (g)e Jean
so I sip cheap wine and set one of mine on fire
last turns off nicotine and shuts down nightlife
men on four legs hunt to find one
bitch with class before the bell rings for the last class
so she is ik alone needs no tiara
the queen of the night combi of woman mine and woman yours
yes she is really nice should be called guillotine
the guys lose their heads when they see her laugh
she doesn't want a rock n roller
who stands and screams
Gasoline by a fire
and she doesn't want a bodybuilder
whose only iron works
is the one with weights on it
and she doesn't want a suit
with money clip and tie
I'm not interested in accounting tips
and she doesn't want a prettyboy
who wears too fine clothes
she wants wifebeater and sneaks so when she sees you she says
no no no no no
so when she sees you she says
no no no no no
so when she sees you she says
i want a rapper i want i want a rapper
she wants a rapper, I tell myself
while I pass men who must all go home sad
they were speechless when they talked to her
and it didn't help that they let their money speak for them
and their trendy clothes don't help matters
when their mouthpieces have gone out of fashion
and if they tried to fill her with piss was her response
are you too stupid to tell the difference between a pussy and a urinal?
she needs a rapper who tells it like it is
nothing hidden nothing forgotten who says it like this
giving her exactly what she deserved
a gentleman in the city and a street boy in bed
so i tell her and she answers again
have a condition if I would see her in my home
she doesn't think enough rap is played today
so she made me make pop so everyone can hear what she wants!