Baghdad

Huz on the beat

(Verse 1)
I ran, I rock
I am, who knocks
I'm the danger, trailblazer, hell raiser
Big big booty slayer
But I ain't trying to get ahead of myself
Just availing opportunities that I've been dealt
So these good looks are something that I can't help
I just flex, and the rest can handle itself
Ah, back to the matter at hand
These girls nowadays want a moderate man
Whose tolerant, with a doctorate and a 401 plan
But yet they can't even juggle/cuddle my kofta and naan
Man, that's BS girl
I wanna see you for S-E, next week girl
A little BJ, 6-9, one time
Better yet, make that double
Or jack my chain cause I don't want no trouble
Grabbing on your bubbles, they blossomed so nicely
Yet your buttercups are where my eyes be
That heine can I? Grab it I can't deny
The force which is strong with that booty like a Jedi

(Hook)
I don't wanna see you dance
One look got me in a trance
How you fit that in them pants
Turn and baghdad up in that stance

Baghdad up bagh-baghdad up
Baghdad up bagh-baghdad up
Baghdad up bagh-baghdad up
Baghdad up bagh-baghdad up

Ah, let me see you Baghdad up
Ah, one time won't you Baghdad up
Ah, let me see you Baghdad up
Ah, one time won't you Baghdad up

(Verse 2)
It has been brought to my attention that your booty is in its own dimension putting men under stress and tension
I ain't trying to mention names, but rumor has it I can only capture it like Guantanamo and put it in detention
So forget about Mix-A-Lot
Sir Com Laude be the one that can hit the spot
I be like, Kevin Rudolf and make it rock
And beat the booty so criminal like the king of pop
Damn, but let's not get it twisted
Before I put the hurting down I wanna kiss it
Give it a birthdate, I wanna wish it
And when you go away baby, I wanna miss it
Give it a ticket and take it to court
Marry it in the Marriott, drive off in a Porsche
I could, Nutella all over the neck, back, butt, down to the thigh
Then dig in till I'm finger licking within
Call it a mud pie, conclusion is thereby
You had a bomb A, but now I call it the Mumbai
Ha! I ain't gonna Singh it to you Honey
So lay low and le lo where it ain't too sunny

(Hook)
I don't wanna see you dance
One look got me in a trance
How you fit that in them pants
Turn and baghdad up in that stance

Baghdad up bagh-baghdad up
Baghdad up bagh-baghdad up
Baghdad up bagh-baghdad up
Baghdad up bagh-baghdad up

Ah, let me see you Baghdad up
Ah, one time won't you Baghdad up
Ah, let me see you Baghdad up
Ah, one time won't you Baghdad up