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