Gyal

It's cold: there's a new top gyal on road / Running t'ing, running t'ing, running t'ing – everything: oh, you've been told

Man, I wouldn't even try my luck with her / Gyals say I'm boujee

An’ here I am. Your dream problem child. A facety ghetto rude gyal grateful for your remarkable lack of judgeyness, an’ ready to be dazzled and inspired by your penetrating insight.