WISH lyrics

[Intro]
Your wish is my command
I'm your genie
Your wish is my command
(He's heating up)
Can't you feel the magic?
(FnZ)
Oh damn

[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it's a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your bop, woaday
She gon' bust it open for a n*gga in designer
That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the n*gga that's gon' probably wine and dine her
I'ma take her home only usin' one-liners

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Pull up in an navigator truck, Excursion
Bad b*tch on the side of me, half Persian
I don't got a car, but I got car service
So many chains, make a, uh, feel nervous
Wait, I meant to say my chick from Nicaragua
Put her on the team 'cause we both makin' dollars
Hit her with the stroke, get her wet like aqua
If she was a bop, I would hit, then I'll drop her
Hang with the bros 'cause you know blood thicker
I miss my vros, so we pour more liquor
And you don't want smoke, you don't want no Swisher
'Cause you don't want war with a South Florida n*gga
Miami-Dade on my motherf*ckin' back
I'm Polo'd down to the socks to the nutsack
It's R.I.P. X and R.I.P. Tree
I'ma do it for my dawg, this for all of my G's
[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it's a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday
She gon' bust it open for a n*gga in designer
That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the n*gga that's gon' probably wine and dine her
I'ma take her home only usin' one-liners

[Verse 2: Kiddo Marv]
Bossed up, came a long way from bein' a manager
Glocks up with the sticks and the clips lookin' like banana-na
Never pay for pus*y, these b*tches ain't gettin' nuh-uh
My name alone gon' make me press on your ho like a button
In my city ridin' vert to Uzi, Lil Uzi Vert
Every week another funeral, only time we go to church
Runnin' all these rappers down a check, they wanna splurge it
Step up in the scene, so fresh, so clean, like a detergent
Quick to cut a pus*y n*gga up just like a surgeon
I'ma need a Perky 'cause a young n*gga be hurtin'
Slidin' like a Taliban with a turban
Pull up all black in a suburban
'Cause he ain't die, so we gotta slide back, Mike, Thriller
Pay my young n*gga to get you whacked for five figures
They gon' rip him, flip him, cut his ass up
Put him in a box, and ship him, yup
[Chorus: Denzel Curry]
Dreads to the top, gold in my mouth, woaday
Hoes by the flock, no, let me stop, woaday
And I keep a Glock, nah, it's a Glock .40
Hands on a knot, hands on your back, woaday
She gon' bust it open for a n*gga in designer
That's gon' be the reason why she let you get behind her
You might be the n*gga that's gon' probably wine and dine her
I'ma take her home only usin' one-liners

[Outro]
Your wish is my command
Can't you feel the magic?
Your wish is my command
Can't you feel the magic?
Your wish is my command
I'm your genie