Lyrics:
yeah)
Ten, by ten, by ten, only three of us
And we passing women, like we passing drinks, can't compete with us
Rum pum pum pum little drummer boy
We just
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
The past, past, well now let me tell you about the past
The past is filled with silent joys and broken toys,
laughing girls and teasing boys,
Was
Oh yeah)x4
You had the sweetest boy in the world
Without a doubt you were the envy of every girl
You're the kind that's never satisfied
You
around my little girl's neck
Saying, "Honey, won't you take me home?"
--- Guitar Instrumental ---
So put them handcuffs on me boys
And lead me to that
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,
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
Bad gyal Caxxi inna di booth
Mehira Cruz
Suh mi tell them
What?
Boy can you give me your permission please
(Yah Yah)
I wanna show u everything
money boy get drop kicked
Live and die by the grind my time to shine I’m not stopping
Yeah I’m busy with that hustle boy I’m plotting
Yeah I’m busy
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
summer flew by, that girl was so mine
We just ran out of time goodbye
I'd take it back to that last orange moon I would have said I love you too.
Mascara
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
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
One little rose just lay on the ground
'Til a lonely little girl walked by and she found
One little rose just lying there
And the lonely little girl
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