Lyrics
I’m like, «We don’t talk like how you’re learnin' in your textbooks»
You know what I’m sayin'?
We talk like we’re from the street
We talk in a different way
So what I’m tellin' you today is some words that like
People that me speak with…
Ah, the cherry cosmos and the electric lady with reflectors around the
Hand glider, night rider, in the foreign motor boat
Got these little with around my throat
It’s a genie alert and the district is red light
made her — you can pick your color, skin type
Imported from the Philippines, you know we ain’t playin'
(You know what I’m sayin'?)
So, so, so surprising
told cops, tried to compromise me Improper seizures seized my See ya, pied piper
Mia, I’m chillin', villian
Ain’t no tellin' what my is concealin'
I like genies,
She’s all in that mixture, sir
Genie alert
Wish number one, wanna frisk your skirt
Wish number two, wanna lift your shirt
Wish number three, we outta here
Genie alert
Cheeba and I’m with the deep drum on the vert
Genie Alert:
(We talk in a different way)
Dun-dada, it’s ghetto red hot
Stilletos on that pedal make they pussy pop-lock
Pull up, panaoramic views just watch
The genies with the hookah and the scotch (Ha)
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Move 'em up, just move 'em up, move 'em up boombox, got the woofers up Maxin' out the limo, so pull the truck on up Caught in the gambit, gamble with gamblers
What’s your lady name? Need a handla? (Scandle)
I take no cash in the cup
'Causa your mug, shrug
I’m an abbot with a habit
You my new genie, I’m a drug, Cheeba
Twenty divas in a second
Rub the bottle