Lyrics:
My heart will always be on cue for you
Baby boo
Bahamas Virgin Islands Barbados
Anywhere you wanna go to
I’ll be there with you
I’m so in love with you
We on a vacation, we on a island, Bahamas we chillin' just me and my bae an
Smoking weed sippin' on coconut water I feel like Jamaican
We
Neighbor lurking they must be the enemy
Party in the trees
Do my moves with some made men (yeah)
Bahama Island breeze, that's a lite vacation
Made it
Drop top in the Summer
Slim thick like you Mama
Is you from the Bahama
Do you speak that island Gramma
Drop top in the Summer
Slim thick like you
(Oh na na na na na na na ayy)
(Oh na na na na na na na ayy)
(Oh na na na na na na na ayy)
I just landed in the Bahama islands (Ayy)
In Roberto
and islands
Hawaii and a hoo-wee-ho
Starin' at that blue horizon
There's so many that we still don't know
You and islands
Bahama breeze blowing through
Wave riders
Surfs up wearing Prada
Way way off of shore
On my island like Bahamas
Wave like holla
We don't do it for dollars
But not popping my
loose around the world
But the call of home is loud
Still is loud
I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
The grand Bahama island
loose around the world
But the call of home is loud
Still is loud
I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
The grand Bahama island
on an island
Bahama, pistol bright
Percocet, I'm high, no kite
Yeah, high like a kite
No cliché, never strapped like a dyke
I fight, heart, same view as my
lobby
She mi chica
She mi chica
Smoking marijuana you gon wanna
Hit the reefa
I promise
It'll put you on an island, Bahamas
Pain goes away
Ain't no damage
Stacking up racks while I'm counting up commas
Patek on my wrist fur on my back like a llama
Need me a quick vacay to the Bahamas
Long Island iced
She got a body body
And I need a island lady
Come be my Bahama Mama
I want you to shake it shake it
Look how you moving ouu
Let's make a movie (Let’s
the world
But the call of home is loud
Still is loud
I've seen the yellow lights
go down the Mississippi
The grand Bahama
island stories carry on
And all
the world
But the call of home is loud, still as loud
I've seen the yellow lights go down the Mississippi
The grand Bahama island stories carry on
And all
Girl, who is that institution over there?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Come, go back to the islands, irie, man
Brr, hey, Puerto Rico, le grand Bahamas
Girl, who is that institution over there?
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Come, go back to the islands, irie, man
Brr, hey, Puerto Rico, le grand Bahamas
One thing you could call it
Bahama Love
This Island can't stop loving me
This Island call me from overseas
This Island got this hold on me
This Island
to a zombie bruh
I'm silent like lasagna, non-violent your honor
Need an island in Bahamas
Need a duffle bag full of commas
(I need I need I need I NEED)
Need
that paper
Island hoppin' in Bahamas, helicopter to Jamaica
Puerto Rican papi got that product and that peso
Get that perico on Broadway
Chi Chi get
a car now
Ah wow, how'd ya get a car?
Oh, my folks drove it up here from the Bahamas
You're kidding
I must be, the Bahamas are islands- okay,
a car now
Ah wow, how'd ya get a car?
Oh, my folks drove it up here from the Bahamas
You're kidding
I must be, the Bahamas are islands- okay,
We can travel to Parí, or the Islands of Bahamas
Ya lo sabe
(We can travel to Parí or the Island, or the Islands of Bahamas)
(Pos, si ya lo sabe)
Hoes
Two seconds of peace
You can't even fuckin sleep
I wanna wake up
Somewhere on an island
Panama
Bahama land
Nevermind
That shit ain't look like
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