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Beema Monroe
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[Chorus] Them whips clean we sliding em' thru the city Wet candy paint dripping on chrome so pretty The sun shining this a perfect day to ball Lined up back to back on the strip wit my dawgs Got a gallon and a fifth I'ma sip wit my dawgs Five-O chilling They just sitting on the car We the hottest in the city Got 400 horses with me Tell a hater stop playing Ain't nobody fucking with me Aiiiii-ght [Verse 1: Beema Monroe] I tell em' welcome to my city Pimps, hoes, saints, dope boys f*ck wit me Whitney Gone get the donk out the storage Make a long story short I'll take yo' porridge We sliding Ain't gone be too much speeding Floating thru my hood all the dope boys speaking A bossy mulfukka I'm exactly what they seeking Show that love then I let them sixteens go to leaking Hit the strip round seven Stunt a little that'll waste time Rearview mirror terrified of the bass line Boooooom You hear them outside speakers bout a half mile away Feeling like a holiday Aiiii-ght [Chorus] [Verse 2: Beema Monroe] Whip cleaner den a mulfukka From the waxed outside to the seat covers In the head-rest you looking at Chris Tucker Money talk, bullshit walk Broke mulfukkas White folk, ween born with the money we hunt So when we finally get it, let a nigga stunt All we tryna do is vibe and have a lil good time Maybe sip a lil liquor lil wine Pass the blunt In that midnight Beemer with the Florida State tag Hair did, tatted up, wit a whole lotta ass Headed to the strip club with a whole lotta cash In the back surrounded by Haitian flags Yeen fukking with me [Chorus] [Verse 3: Beema Monroe] We need peace in the hood Remember when we use to walk the streets in the hood Not enough money too much beef in the hood Put them K's up, together we can feast in the hood No, matter the state I'm always repping my city 77Deuce, Fort Pierce Florida we winning I'm grabbing they attention and this only the beginning Am I sinning dear Lord or you approve of how I'm living Ain't no time for beefing when you busy getting money I'm fukking wit my haters They get touchy when you stunting (haahh) Bitch youn't wanna run it Keep revving ya lil' engine Too funny Yeen fukking with me [Chorus]
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