Ali Baba - Kool Keith

Prince of divine, y’all call me royal highness

Ride through your town, blinging off my solid

Woman with veils pouring out my ginger ale

I don’t do drugs, never did fishscale

Lamborghini, I see it shipping out of Israel

Camels walk through the dust, I don’t feel the wind

Money is nothing, a I spend

Buy the wig, which one you want, the China wig

Mascara and MAC, your butt is getting kind of big

I go in your house, you drop your bra where you live

You show me your life, your bald-headed little kids

Text the ahk', leave your panties in the Maybach

Get with your green and blonde hair, I’m coming with the gray fox

Six thousand, six hundred for the counter

Imagine the cold

Imagine the cold x6

Ali wiggle to the top, Ali wiggle to the bottom

She wearing them panties, baby, you don’t got to

Let me hold them, finger inside lotto

A smooth model, aces in the green bottle

We slam the car door, you like the taste of avocado

They call me Paris, London, New York

I like to ease inside when you move your shorts

You got my name on your breast, ask Kanye

I must twinkle the west

Another man came up the street

And he said to me

Ali Baba

Ali Baba

Ali Baba x4

Ali x12

Ali Baba

Hello, this is Ali Baba

Ali Baba, Ali Baba