Lyrics:
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like
tell?
Whole team turning 30 like that album by Adele
Its 90Sitcom like fresh prince or saved by the bell
Them streams don't count if you just playing em
on the sand, come on let's party
By the seaside, come on let's party
It's on the beach, come let's party
We Dancing freestyle
Come on let's party
Relaxing by
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
out
The whole country by Khaled to rap on BET
Guess he saw me as the best man
619 to 858 to 760 I'm reppin'
San Diego to all you foreign
Daygo's what we
a single solitary one
It's only a dream
A dream
When I dream I'm not lonely
I'm sorry
How long does forgiveness take
I hated him to death
I go to sleep
And I
and bread pon di beach side
Straight outta the water like a crocodile
You know mi affi come harda
Boy dem soft like a gizzada
Gun shot beat dem run to dem
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
She said she miss every night on the beach where we kissed
But she forgot them long nights where we had arguments
I promise you could be my everything
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
Cannabis
Rap ist mein Leben, weil er viel wert ist
Cooler Rap mit Eis serviert wird
Und heiß begehrt ist, ha
Wir gehen weiter und poppern auf den
Bitch)
Big Nate, Long Beach, won't keep, lil' jon, tight beats, so come on let's ride!
What's up with these tryin' to play a nigga
Go to court these
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
WAITIN SO LONG
(CHORUS 2x)
I'm HOT NIGGA ITS MY TURN I wouldn't TOUCH ME 'cause MY HAND
MY BURN,I'm COLD you ALREADY KNOW you CAN GO BY WAT you HEARD
like some gold from the 49ers
Drove like hell out of school it was Friday
Bikini girls on the beach they catchin Sunrays
Light em up and let 'em stack up
Else’s f hat and try to walk in
Their sh for a little while
So I made sure this album, Joanne
That I didn’t just honor
The more personal sentiments
I made
by the dozen
We'll be wearing out holiday records
All the Beach Boys songs and Bruce Springsteen's
We'll be belting out Mariah Carey
Singing perfect
side of the bush by the patio
She woke the boys up with a screech about a quarter to lunch
Sawblade running cutting up shit she stole from the beach
She
been a long time coming
(Such a long time by yourself)
You thought it'd been a long time running
(Such a long time by yourself)
Now I'm older but no
bitches swear they in love but it's just the X
Niggas act like, my coke ain't long in stress
Like I don't keep two shotguns, under my chest
I flip,
stomach
I can't find myself no balance and this emptiness
By long way down, she meant the hole I dug myself
I can't keep control of myself sometimes I
FFM bis zum
Strand nach Long Beach
Dieser Track macht euch high wie
Ein Blunt voller Weed
Keil und Snoop killen euch Punks
Hier mit Punchlines auf Beats
ass to home to your baby boo
She cool, as long as you get there by eight
Bring some money home, and don't be late
Not me, you see me all around
I love
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