Habibi Tingz Lyrics

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Cashleaders

Yeedig

Len im going in

Free Palestine

East Indians

On my chinny chin chin

All these war torn babes

We gotta let them in

Like Canada asking itself this question

How many refugees can I really fit in

It go Afghanistan Pakistan Dagestan

From Iraq to Iran

If she got an ass then I smash

Israelians and Palestinians

Both fighting over my dick

And where I should put it in

She was hungry and horny

Now she's just happy

I ain't N O R E

But she call me papi

All she need is a bag of rice

And her curry spice

And she'll cook something

That'll have me on the toilet all night

She's loyal so I spoil her

Cause I really can't afford it

But if she ever act up

Then she know she getting deported

Praise Allah

shit you know I'm not stupid

Plus she got a brother with an AK

Sometimes he lets me shoot it

She a belly dancer

With a wicked smile

Legs folded knees bent

Like it's Indian style

In that position I can't last for a while

Said fuck it let's make ourselves a Hindu child

I eat her out like a meal

She's something I can feel

Fuck her like Israel so she know that it's real

She speak Arabic Hindi and Punjabi

I speak in tongues when I go down on that punani

Celebrate we get lit like Diwali

These Middle Eastern women

Really can throw a party

Beef roti and some butter chicken

Samosas wrapped tighter

Than her cousin's turban

Bollywood flows for the Bollywood hoes

What goes down on the hills only Bollywood knows

You ain't gotta be a pimp

These girls will straight simp

Her pussy lips ain't blown to shit

Like the Gaza Strip

Her family loves me cause I'm rich

So we do threes with her sis

Who calls me Ganesh for my elephant dick

Taught her how to bust a she my Padawan

Plus she still eat ass in the month of Ramadan

Damn that pussy is the bomb

I got a meeting with her mom

We going dress shopping for the wedding she put on

Arrange marriages

Bring a giant guest list

And all the gifts ain't subtle shit

Just a bunch of baby carriages

She got a brother named Raj

Who doesn't really talk a lot

Except when he gets drunk

He becomes a total dog

Arab honeys wanna get in that Arabs tummy

Since we been together we getting Arab money

Her dad stack quotas

Burning oil money like a motor

Said fuck it put a turret on the back of a 98 Toyota

Love Hindus cause they cool

Love Afghans cause they shoot

From the river to the sea

They screaming bring back Apu

They love they sacred cows

And I'm a sacred clown

So we go hand in hand in hand in hand

like the gods so take a bow

Vishnu Krishna don't forget Shiva's

Wife Kali shutting shit down for your divas

She'll put a landmine outside my door shit I ain't playing

If she ever finds out about the side whores I'm banging

Love her culture for their faithful marriages

For 31 years her virginity she's saving it

Four times a day she praying shit

Every test in college she aces it

When it's time for a wedding

Shut down a stadium

And I'm still trying to figure out this sport called cricket

Went to a game it said seven hours on a ticket

So I got her to beat my meat at least four times in my seat

Stretched my legs and seen a line to go and shit up in the streets

She hustle hard that's why I like her

She a princess so that's why I wifed her

First time I met her I tackled her

I thought there was an active sniper

She got hair down to her ass

And she always walks with class

It's a shame how her culture doesn't believe in taking baths

Sat sri kal

Sat sri kal

Sat sri kal

Every time we eat

Guaranteed the meat halal

You ain't got a middle eastern friend thats pity pal

We went over to Dubai and aired out the 50 cal

She never makes me feel stupid

When I'm with her I feel super

Plus she taught me every single page in the karma sutra

It's just a little bit eastern

Eastern ways

It's Habibi tingz

I love you Habibi

I love you Habibi