Artist: Osama Com Laude

Track: Baghdad

Prod. & Dir. by Huz Kai
Project Management by Berserk ©

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LYRICS

(Verse 1)
I ran
I rock
I am
Who knocks
I’m the danger, trail blazer, hell raiser
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
And yet they can’t even juggle/cuddle my kofta and naan?
Man, that’s BS girl
I wanna C, U, for S, E, next week girl
A little B-J, 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, Bag-Baghdad up
Baghdad up, Bag-Baghdad up
Baghdad up, Bag-Baghdad up
Baghdad up, Bag-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

Baghdad up, Bag-Baghdad up
Baghdad up, Bag-Baghdad up
Baghdad up, Bag-Baghdad up
Baghdad up, Bag-Baghdad up

(Verse 2)
It has been brought to my attention,
That your booty is in it’s own dimension
And putting men under stress and tension
I ain’t trying to mention names but rumor has it only I can 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
Beat the booty so criminal like the King of Pop (Sha-mon!)
Damn! But let‘s not get it twisted
Before I put the hurting down, I wanna kiss it (Muah)
Give it a birth date, 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 Marriot, drive off in a Porsche (Waddup Nelly!)
I could Nutella all over the neck, back, butt, down to the thigh
Then dig in till I’m finger licking within and
Call it a mud pie
Conclusion is thereby
You had a Bombay 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)

(Outro)

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