Lyrics:
to the top
Talking getting topped off with my top back
By a bad bottom bitch
Telling suckas top that
I'm a West Side Long Beach California Native
Fuck what you
lives for me
Leather jackets and boots and getting by by the beach
She tells me she loves me all the time
Now kick back and just enjoy the ride
Ooh Teddy
could talk a little bit more by then
They could talk okay
And they spent some money
In the arcade at one beach
And at another beach they built a town
Out
money ain't green
No problems got his bitch on the beach
Imma goblin when I'm up in these streets
Fully auto clip hang to my knees
That boy a feline I'm
feeling nice
Now im tryna catch you rolling by the beach side
We could catch a vibe and baby do it by beach side
Watch the waves wash up under
to feel alright
It's time to do it right, it's time to live your life
Pull up by the beach side when the sun is out
We gon' party like it's 99
Where
by the shore in the moonlight.
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
plan on winnin' by chance
I'm putting work in 'til the sky's dark
I'm just here catchin' waves
Like an Aussie on the beach
Fresh talent for the scene
Yes
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
a lie
I can never be as tan as the beach boys I see as I drive by
I wanna play a show on Sunset man why do I even try
I know I don't belong here I'll
before,
We could walk by the shore
In the moonlight
Beach baby, beach baby,
There on the sand,
From July to the end of September
Surfin' is fun,
We'd be out
low life, bum ass niggas attractive
I just do magic
What's my slogan bitch, abracadabra
I just do magic, man I can't stand it, you niggas is killing our
Yeah imma bad boy
N**gas always calls me cause I'm GEENIOUS (yeah gah)
Ahh, girl whine up
OK ahh girl
Can you shake me your bum bum
That's how me go
Said it hit different
Cumming consistent
Tongue when we kissing
Thumb in ya bum, going dumb, going ignant
Getting lit lit
Working out: Fitbit
Work
spectacle
Prim and proper with classic poise
But she's got the boys at the plaque to call
Bathing beauty on the beach
See her practically glow
Wearing
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
As the muscles on the beach
Live an iron life
Back by the beach
The ocean side
That's where I live
Sold my heart to the streets
Where the palmtrees climb up
on the beach is crying
Boy on the beach cries a river of tears.
Woman by the river
Can you taste my love?
Taste my love?
You is the mouth where my river ends
You
to the G code doing numbers
They would think I had the cheat code
Had a plug, he was sorta like your bitch
And by that, I mean
The boy was taking cheap loads
I'm double-gifted
Double barrel shotty, you double jointed when you flippin'
Ask about your boy, they'll tell you I'm not the fella
Tomato sauce
She get man but she say she need better
Prettyboy me I make that thing wetter
She shake her bum bum then I lick it like a letter
Ouu man a fire like
Oh no mhmm yeah yeah
Oh na na na na ah ah
Small boy biggie god
Is kulsolo the soundmaker
Ah ah ah its loverboyboy
Every time I pull up my people dey
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