Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WISH, artist - Denzel Curry. Album song ZUU, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PH
Song language: English
WISH |
| Your wish is my command |
| I’m your genie |
| Your wish is my command |
| (He's heating up) |
| Can’t you feel the magic? |
| (FnZ) |
| Oh damn |
| Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday |
| Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday |
| And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40 |
| Hands on a knot, hands on your bop, woaday |
| She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer |
| That’s gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her |
| You might be the nigga that’s gon' probably wine and dine her |
| I’ma take her home only usin' one-liners |
| Pull up in an navigator truck, Excursion |
| Bad bitch on the side of me, half Persian |
| I don’t got a car, but I got car service |
| So many chains, make a, uh, feel nervous |
| Wait, I meant to say my chick from Nicaragua |
| Put her on the team 'cause we both makin' dollars |
| Hit her with the stroke, get her wet like aqua |
| If she was a bop, I would hit, then I’ll drop her |
| Hang with the bros 'cause you know blood thicker |
| I miss my vros, so we pour more liquor |
| And you don’t want smoke, you don’t want no Swisher |
| 'Cause you don’t want war with a South Florida nigga |
| Miami-Dade on my motherfuckin' back |
| I’m Polo’d down to the socks to the nutsack |
| It’s R.I.P. |
| X and R.I.P. |
| Tree |
| I’ma do it for my dawg, this for all of my G’s |
| Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday |
| Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday |
| And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40 |
| Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday |
| She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer |
| That’s gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her |
| You might be the nigga that’s gon' probably wine and dine her |
| I’ma take her home only usin' one-liners |
| Bossed up, came a long way from bein' a manager |
| Glocks up with the sticks and the clips lookin' like banana-na |
| Never pay for pussy, these bitches ain’t gettin' nuh-uh |
| My name alone gon' make me press on your ho like a button |
| In my city ridin' vert to Uzi, Lil Uzi Vert |
| Every week another funeral, only time we go to church |
| Runnin' all these rappers down a check, they wanna splurge it |
| Step up in the scene, so fresh, so clean, like a detergent |
| Quick to cut a pussy nigga up just like a surgeon |
| I’ma need a Perky 'cause a young nigga be hurtin' |
| Slidin' like a Taliban with a turban |
| Pull up all black in a suburban |
| 'Cause he ain’t die, so we gotta slide back, Mike, Thriller |
| Pay my young nigga to get you whacked for five figures |
| They gon' rip him, flip him, cut his ass up |
| Put him in a box, and ship him, yup |
| Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday |
| Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday |
| And I keep a Glock, nah, it’s a Glock .40 |
| Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday |
| She gon' bust it open for a nigga in designer |
| That’s gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her |
| You might be the nigga that’s gon' probably wine and dine her |
| I’ma take her home only usin' one-liners |
| Your wish is my command |
| Can’t you feel the magic? |
| Your wish is my command |
| Can’t you feel the magic? |
| Your wish is my command |
| I’m your genie |