Lyrics:
their girl gone give me face hoe
Prod by Luke he the coldest with the beats
Colorado soon to the mountains from the beach
I've got VA beach behind me
the sunset free
Private island with our toes on the beach
Rasta boy I’m on fleek
Baby I dont be the one kiss and tell
Pop that shi open baby show and tell
and a casual stroll from the town beach to the dock
The girls they walk in two's and three's, their pretty cotton frocks teased by the breeze.
And I will find
my mans
Won't your girls meet my boys, we can all be friends
Hey, over there, over there
Ho, get over here, get over here
Got to get it popping,
knowing the odds
Y'all chose me second now you got to check in
I never feel threatened it's always a lesson
When they switch on me but this not a game
Boy I
leaving
Take me down to the beach, by the coconut tree
Your hand in my hand, lemon in my ice tea
Rolling in the sand
Salty kisses on my tan
And we're
I don't wanna go the beach
For the soul purpose of
Not being enough standing next to this perfect dove of a girl
I wanna be short and skinny
With long
your mine
You don't need them other boys baby girl your mine
Lamborghini Urus by the oceanside
With them other bitches swear to god I cut ties
You don't
Master P
Golds in They Mouth Lyrics
[Chorus 2X: Master P]
Them boys from the south.. got golds in they mouth..
Don't trust them when this sun
on them pills
Dade County dope-boy, best believe I'm 'bout dat doe
Chose come up get em yep, we ain't really by that def
Yeah, I'm the future, got
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
house
That’s what I need
A nice car
That’s what I need
A nice girl so I can take her to beach
A big account
That’s what I need
With big amounts
That’s
ya teef
Try to keep that Ca$h Money like big city,
I got a girl, I got a boy I'm big city
I gotta rep my city, C-Ridin', durrt bags dro hound, let's
the week
We eating honey Cheerios
Heading over to the beach
Damn look at all the girls
Fuck em all
One by one
Stack of condoms
Full of sperm
They call me axe
F'real, uh
Oh boy, due to the graphic game-orienfestedness
Of this program, viewer discretion is advised
I promise you pimpin', I mean that
G tryin to see what's up on some ass
really doe, y'all enjoyed the show, good
but what you know about these Long Beach boys in the hood
should
smile, I melt inside
Just an ice cube boy with the sun by my side
I'm just a sad boy counting the particles of sand
Hoping a little, cutie girl would come
hand lower now
Uh, dang get into it
Shorty with the big ole booty
I think I'm in love when I see you move it
Got shot by big old cupid
Dang girl get into
Zaytoven
Ooh-wa-ha-ha-whoa
Beach boy in the sun
Beach boy in the, aye
They say I'm too wavy, got water like a boat
Me and Zay the Navy, I hope
yeah
Plenty fish for my lover
Yeah, jiggy, jiggy, heavy, heavy
All the girls love me oh, like money
Call me, Jiggy, Jiggy, heavy, heavy
All eyes
take 5, girls, take it one more time)
Bathing beauty, on the beach
Very nice, Meg
Do you think so, mother, really?
You've come a long way since
give it to you
You taught me how to be cruel, now let me try it on you
[Chorus]
Somebody bless all the girls in the sand on the beach
They're
decent acres
Get the kids Gucci Disney app the kids movie pray they live through me
This what is cutie praying that the matrimony just good us
So we took the fuckin' ceiling off
Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled
No Ceilings 3, B-Side
Another one, 'pon your head
Five white girls but they not Spice
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