[Intro]
These Egyptian girls
Cookin’ in the kitchen
Molokhia sippin’
Choppin’ up the chicken
With my pancakes flippin’
Got that damn thing kickin’
Got the sheesha hittin’
With the shea bil lebon drinkin’
And that hard headed thinkin’
Dammit she be trippin’
Oh I know that she won't listen
God damnit so Egyptian
But I love it

[Chorus]
Habibti, Habibti
Know you’re not a sharmoota
Don’t be callin’ me a puta
Kiss me, kiss me
Just a few years older don’t give me the cold shoulder
Quickly, quickly
Its gettin’ windy gettin’ colder so you know I’m takin over
City, city
Girls be drivin’ me crazy now they hit me up lately
Pick me, pick me
Actin' like a sharmoota
While shes callin’ me a Puta
Bitch please, bitch please
I will leave your ass
Alone givin her the cold shoulder
Quickly, quickly
Its gettin’ windy gettin’ colder so you know I’m takin' over
City, city
Girls be drivin’ me crazy now they hit me up lately
Pick me

[Verse 1]
Now we’re on the subject
You ain’t gettin’ no Arab girls
Without the budget
You ain’t even close to funded
Comin’ in abundance
To me its really somethin’ cause before weren’t doin’ nothin’
Now they all want my Visa
Wanna hit my sheesha
Know I look Italian
So baby eat some pizza
Kinda love that you a diva
Love that you are boogie
Lovin' all class
Kinda hard to hide that booty

[Verse 2]
But excuse me
God damn you got temper
Cold as fuck
Like December
I don't know if you remember
But I met you off a Tinder
Why you actin' like you know me
Know you heard about the old me
But you know your not the only
I heard you a belly dancer
Cannot take no as the answer
I think you maybe the wifey
Mama wants you married nicely
Baba doesn't like me
If he found out
He will beat my ass likely
I will ask politely
Cause I know your my soulmate
I’m not in the fam not allowed to go on no dates
Like ya food spicy
And I know you eat the whole plate
Lovin’ soccer too
What we do
Screaming ole
Oh wait
Its 8pm already no way
Gotta get ya back now
Baba kill ya if ya home late

[Pre-Chorus]
Habibti, Habibti
Know you’re not a sharmoota
Don’t be callin’ me a puta
Kiss me, kiss me
Just a few years older don’t give me the cold shoulder
Quickly, quickly
Its gettin’ windy gettin’ colder so you know I’m takin over
City, city
Girls be drivin’ me crazy now they hit me up lately
Pick me, pick me
Actin' like a sharmoota
While shes callin’ me a Puta
Bitch please, bitch please
I will leave your ass
Alone givin her the cold shoulder
Quickly, quickly
Its gettin’ windy gettin’ colder so you know I’m takin' over
City, city
Girls be drivin’ me crazy now they hit me up lately

[Chorus]
These Egyptian girls
Cookin’ in the kitchen
Molokhia sippin’
Choppin’ up the chicken
With my pancakes flippin’
Got that damn thing kickin’
Got the sheesha hittin’
With the shea bil lebon drinkin’
And that hard headed thinkin’
Dammit she be trippin’
Oh I know that she won't listen
God damnit so Egyptian

[Verse 3]
You got tan skin
Dark hair
There's already sparks there
Know you got a booty
So l'm really tryna park there
Tryna leave my mark here
Damn I really want you
Try and lock me down but its
Only if you want to
I mean you probably know my cousin
So outta all the other people
I’m most in the running
See I said my time is comin'
I am not a dime a dozen
I hate everything about it
But her attitude I’m lovin’ I swear