Lyrics:
On the beach with picnics
You like a teen
You leaving hickeys all on my neck
I bet you text me tell me come slide through
Cuz nobody knows you like I know you
a month ago, South Beach bungalow
We rollin' in that white thang, I'm rolling up one of those
She lookin' like my wife thang, boy I need one of those
Cause I know I’ll hit traffic on the way home
Probably cry in my car alone
All the people who said they would always be there Found out I was moving
With no strings
Leave me alone
I'm not even home
But when I come home
Then nigga it's on
The throne is mine
The shine is mine
Y'all aim for the kids like
alone
Mix the Number (N) ine with the rhinestone
Counting that guap, that's what I'm on
Counting that guap, boy yeah I love it
G2, and I'm hot like a oven
show you
Let me take you
Keys, Beach
I could be the answer to all of your prayers
I'm tired of waiting around
Get in my arms
Don't try to resist me
Nukunuku a puaa goes swimming by
I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii
I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I
Nukunuku a puaa goes swimming by
I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii
I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
BALLLLLIN'
Peace blood, peace almighty (peace blood)
We all thugs and we run the streets nightly (eastsiiide)
And get my lawyer, why
Playin' it off
Yeah
Go
Playin' it off
While she takin' it off
Stop drop and roll
Play with a boss
Spend all day at the loft
Stop drop and roll
Said
me boy
No ones got her e-toy, so come be my fucking e-boy
He's wearing all black, know i got to hit that
Don't give a fuck if he grab me by the neck
gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit
'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
Seventeen, tryna man up
Feed the fam boy, I put
Lil - Lil - Lil - Lil Eli
I'm the weirdest person alive, to be honest
Feel like I'm in the ocean with my heart broken, yeah
All alone on my own
tan, hella sand in my beach bum hair
Looking for a fuck to give, there ain't none there
All the broke boys mad, said this shit is unfair
Palm trees calm
Nukunuku a puaa goes swimming by
I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii
I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I
You all alone at that point, you get me? Crazy
Supplied by uber eats
Scooter the movement gon' let my troppers eat
Hopped out
V.W motors caused up
on the cyclone cause I'm
Tryna move by the beach
I got an iphone and it came with gps free
So I don't like hoes
Ladies tryna track on my beef
They very psycho
of freedom
And this is all about free speech
The day became night by the campfire light
The crowd began testifying
Using my headphones for a mike, for
to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West
Ricch, fuck it up to the end of the beat
By the time that I finish with every witness Got the record straight, gettin' us alone
When the silence like, jeez
(Oh whoa)
(Beach Boy in the sun, oh whoa)
(Don't you look nice, yeah, yeah)
Nails done, hair did, all-red lipstick
Don't you look nice? I'd say
way, that's how I get it
Reppin' the east side, Long Beach city
Keepin' it gangsta is all I know, know
We gon' throw our set up (set up)
And we gon'
had something to say
Turn them 808s up
Let me feel that bass
'Cause Imma Palm Beach City boy
Determined to be the greatest
Born on the 4th of July
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