Malik

Should've known when I booked this trip down south
All the songs I thought I knew was gon' get turned out
Pull up to the club and, damn, I see my future king
And his eye ain't on the sparrow 'cause his eye is on me

His outfit kinda corny, you, you know that's my type
A corny man's a healthy man, you know his mind right
His pants say that he love his mama and I think it's bomb
I can't wait to show up to the dinner on my nigga's arm

Ooh, Malik, ooh Malik
Yes, that's the one, ooh, ooh Malik
Ooh, Malik, ooh Malik
Yes, that's the one

Blessed is the man who gambles
Blessed is the man who wears socks with his sandals
Peace to the cookie that made you so thick (thick)
Peace to my king with his capoeira stick (stick)
Blessed is the man who gambles
Blessed is the man with those loving love handles
Peace to your daddy that made you so fine (fine)
Peace to the jeans that's huggin' your behind (-hind)

I love coming to Atlanta for this reason
Love coming to Atlanta for this reason, Malik

Blessed is the man who gambles
Blessed is the man who wears socks with his sandals



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Wise, Brandon Juhans
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