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In a bottle Kind of Yeah, in a bottle Yeah Kind of hollow (Okay) In a bottle (Okay) Kind of hollow (Okay) Cop some Fendi Yeah, genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kind of hollow I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls Fly like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove' (In the Range Rove', in the Range Rove') (Swerving in the Range Rove') Genie in a bottle, got 'em shook like the Mentos Tears in a jar, keep it as a memento Monеy coming in, let us know we got the work flow It's been a long timе since I dropped out of high school It's not enough to chef it, yeah, you gotta have the recipe I'ma drop the top like, "Open, sesame" When I'm at the crib, I just chill on the outside Can't forget the past but move on to a better me On the back porch, hear the wind through the tall trees Yeah, we making waves, big drip like the high seas Green on me like ivy, in the cut like IV Letras de cancionesI'ma blow some racks 'cause I used to not like me Used to not like me, now I'm cold, icy Underwater, Pisces, splash, it's a whirlwind World tour make the Earth spin, yeah, we working Had to put my phone down, I had to vibe in person Yeah, genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kind of hollow I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls Fly like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove' Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kind of hollow I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls Fly like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove' We were never meant to stay, okay? Now I'm in the Range and it's grey, okay? Swerving in the Range Rove' We were never meant to stay, okay? Now I'm in the Range and it's grey, okay? Swerving in the Range like nothing was the same Skrrting through the rain, I forgot what is pain Yeah, car spit flames, run away from the grey We were never meant to stay, okay? (And I'm in the Range, okay? Ayy) Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kind of hollow I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls Fly like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove' Genie in a bottle, I'm feeling kind of hollow I might cop some Fendi to wipe away my sorrow I think I won the lotto, I'm counting all these bankrolls Fly like Apollo, swerving in the Range Rove' From Letras Mania