Sampha - Genesis Rodriguez lyrics

[Verse 1: Dida] She walked right in the club, smiling like she expected me And them 20 somethings right 'round us all wanna s** with me But she had my nose wide-open, I mean I needed her Booty fat like Lopez's a**, I'm talking Jennifer Take you out to Blueline sometime, I'm talking me and her Them other broads be mean to her But they're not even her, They're not even her Nah, they don't even know though This chick as bad as Eva Riccobono Got them bloggers all like; Can I take a photo? And had me like; Ti amo, but no hablo espanolo sh**, I'm just being honest, man What's got me going Java Man's a booty to that face Like she was sitting on some collagen That even had me sipping cosmopolitans I promise [Break: Sampha] Calculate indecisions Can't cradle fear no more Bare the shame of the incision A king dies inside these doors [Verse 2: Dida] A spanish accent. Her booty Tony Braxton Her n***a where she left him, she ain't even had to ask him And I won't say a word, I'll be like Dorothy Sebastian When taking off them panties, girl what's happening? Or we could get secluded, I'll take you somewhere foreign Like Tahuna if you really feel like ducking all these rumors She fresher than some Pumas Her clothes and Piti Uomos's the newest And she knows it like she's working with computers Beverages from Cuba, expenditures made it to word of mouth Because them curves was tangible like the balance in the account So it had me pouring champagne, spill it right down her throat Like them russian chicks with last names I can't even pronounce I'm pa**ing out [Break: Sampha] Can't cradle fear no more [Verse 3: Dida] I'm sipping vino, Bobby Valentino She Genesis Rodriguez and she told me she was créole And I heard she's nasty, heard that mami likes it dirty She's so freaky, we gon' need detergents urgently Lambskin like a tipi, got her sweating out that burgundy I call this girl Dashiki, think this one here gon' murder me Her wrists be on some cool sh** I'm talking Nialaya's, yeah that j**el sh** And her attitude be like; ehm, y'all can miss me with that bullsh** Her upperwear convertible, coming-up-out-that-pool sh** That's got me on my new sh** Stuntman, Peter O'Toole sh**