Genie in a Bottle

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Yeah, genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kinda hollow

I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow

I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls

Slide like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove (swerving in the Range Rove)

Genie in a bottle, got 'em shook like the mentos

Tears in a jar, keep it as a memento

Money coming in let us know we got the work flow

It's been a long time since I dropped out of high school

It's not enough to chef it, yeah, you gotta have the recipe

I'ma drop the top like open sesame

When I'm at the crib, I just chill on the outside

Can't forget the past but move on to a better me

On the back porch, hear the wind through the tall trees

Yeah, we making waves, big drip like the high seas

Green on me like ivy, in the cut like IV

I'ma blow some racks 'cause I used to not like me

Used to not like me, now I'm cold, icy

Underwater, Pisces, splash, it's a whirlwind

World tour make the Earth spin, yeah, we working

Had to put my phone down, had to vibe in person

Yeah, genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kinda hollow

I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow

I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls

Slide like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove

Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kinda hollow

I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow

I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls

Slide like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove

(We were never meant to stay okay)

(Now I'm in the Range and I'm swerving in the Range Rove)

We where never meant to stay okay

Now I'm in the Range and it's great, okay

Swerving in the Range like nothing was the same

Skrrting through the rain, I forgot what is pain, yeah

Car spit flames, run away from the grave

We were never meant to stay okay

(I'm in the Range, yeah)

Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kinda hollow

I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow

I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls

Slide like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove

Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kinda hollow

I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow

I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls

Slide like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove