Lyrics

Sand dunes like the ocean We party in the streets and we party in our sleep Got ruby's on me like lotion Shine bright in the heat And everything I see is so Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty aaaaight Gotta gotta roll your tong Cause I'm from another city city city city city aaaaaight Sm3a musica, flute 2oom 3zimni 3arra2sa meel, meel w mayyilni, mayyilni ma3ak Ma tdayye3il al forsa w b2idayk halla a7milni Samme3ni kalaam, wa na bil2a7lam 2illayli la7za ma trikni Nis'har ma badna n'nam They call me cinnamon They call me cinnamon When I show up I spice it up Jet setting to the show now Amsterdam to New York then La to Morocco Tell me what you know bout' Market place shopping money dropping so Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty aaaaight Gotta gotta roll your tong Cause I'm from another city city city city city aaaaaight Sm3a music, flute Yalla m3ana hiha yala m3na hiha Now everybody run down to the floor Right now right now right now get your ass down Now everybody run down to the floor Right now right now right now aah Yalla m3ana hiha yala m3na hiha 2oom 3zimni 3arra2sa meel, meel w mayyilni, mayyilni ma3ak Ma tdayye3il al forsa w b2idayk halla a7milni Samme3ni kalaam, wa na bil2a7lam 2illayli la7za ma trikni Nis'har ma badna n'nam They call me cinnamon, cinnamon Tangaouia, zina They call me cinnamon, cinnamon Yalla When I show up I spice it up
Writer(s): Allan Caswell, Don Spencer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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