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