Kiawah (feat. Bert)

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Jah Jr. & SwankMadeDis

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Yeah
Oh nana, Oh yeah yeah yay
(Swank made this shit?)
Oh nana, Oh yeah yeah yay
Oh nana (right, right, right, right, yeah)
Oh yay yay, Ohhh yay yay
Ohhh

Takin trips to secret locations on Kiawah
Rollin a g of that "Zaza" pack that she keep with her
Toes in the sand, some Casamigos, and quiet time
That pole in my hand for niggas thinking bout trying mine
Tongue kissing in hammocks, we smoking good, eating lamb and shit
Fantasies fulfilled she telling me I'm the man and shit
Her love intense and she give it cuz I can handle it
Get stroked in a boat on the ocean floating on cannabis
Touch the ocean floor like some tourists when we be snorkeling
Sipping tea from China that's in the finest of porcelain
She the finest, of course it's him, tat on her arm, ass in my palm
She look gorgeous. Chilling, chewing on Orbit
She wanted like it's a warrant for her arrest it's important
I suck her breasts while I love on her. yeah
Give her ecstasy til the sun is up
Next to sea where we love and f*ck
Next to me on a private beach, ain't nobody gon f*ck with us
Yeah cuz we just running them numbers up
We fucking until we slumber, huh?
Making love until the sun is up

Let's have a toast, we bout to coast tonight
Reminisce on the first time gave me chills no lie aye
And I got you all to myself tonight. Ohh
Let's get away, let's get away. Let's get away
Let's get away, let's get away

Catch me chillin in a villa on Kiawah
With my Chocolate eyed Chica
Chillin to the max we smoking Doobies by the river
Got her feenin' for the penis like a postman I deliver
We laying on the sofa got my eyes up to the ceiling
The good head and sex got my mind on a million
And no matter what she with me
She say she love my music and that little
Motivation is the reason why I do this
She stuff another Doobie. We take it to the brain
And she don't f*ck with blunts, we keep them swishers off the plane
High sex is insane at 30,000 feet
Courtesy of bomb weed cloud nine is where we meet
Give her sex on the beach, and I ain't talking liquor
She say she want some chocolate, best believe I got that Snicker
She say she want it all and told me leave it in
I told her Ima beat it up, I bob and weave in it
Out by the sea and shit. She can't believe this shit
Yeah. She can't believe this shit
Out by the sea and shit. She can't believe this shit
Yeah. Hit it once and now she feenin' it. Yeah

Let's have a toast, we bout to coast tonight
Reminisce on the first time gave me chills no lie aye
And I got you all to myself tonight. Ohh
Let's get away, let's get away. Let's get away
Let's get away, let's get away

Let's get away, let's get away. I wanna take you there
I wanna take you there ooh

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