Lyrics:
some bud
Then I got the smoke
Dolla dolla
I stay making deposits
Stackin baby
You know that I got it
Stackin baby
I Stay on my noggin
Your last nigga
I laid on a dune, I looked at the sky
When the children were babies and played on the beach
You came up behind me, I saw you go by
You were always
the walls bout to get to shaking
If your walls could talk to me they a say I make it a tropical location
My dick a vacation
My room like a hotel or bnb
Cum so
hoes I tell them bitches yo, Vamanos
These hoes my sons, I'm papa though
I feed them bitches with papadeaux
I'm tropical, you comical
Bitch read my
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yungboss
Baby this is my time
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
You got me standing at the frontline
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Baby this is
to coast from the east to the west side
Let's slide
Let's ride
Sippin' on a dirty fanta when I jet by
That's right
Baby let's ride
And I gotta bad chic on my
nobody's fool,
She plays by the rules,
Ah, she loves me too
She's a lady
Yea, I found a woman in Texas, who's now such a part of my life
Yea, I
a beautiful place.
Everywhere I wanna be in this life
Is here by your side, baby
All I ever wanna do is get lost in lovin' you
Long as you're with me I'm
Hold ya up, stay on yo case, often squeeze you tight
Ya know I need ya by my side each and every night
She tell me things she can't live without her
here for your whole aesthetic, baby
Pastel skies, tropical sunsets
So overpriced, even your dog‘s shit is sponsored
Designer handbags, they’re made
you're running by, trip you up from behind
My rhymes, confuse niggas
Like somebody try to gang-bang
Wearin' a blue shirt and red pants, throwin' up
(Y'all know what the fuck it is man)
(Look)
(Look)
My flow is the greatest
My fit is the latest
My weed come in tropical flavors
On top of the paper
for me
My flight don't leave till the morning (Till the morning babe)
I got time baby (Time baby)
Tell me what you got in mind baby (Mind baby)
You
surgery
It's on the very top floor
You'll feel so quiet there
You'll want to go and see
And have some more
There's flowers in my garden, baby
But it's
B-B-Bankroll got it
Uh, I stand by my word, don't back-paddle (unh-uh)
Fetti longer than an ostrich Adam's apple (an ostrich?)
Give me my 'speck
my baby sent you to your maker
We take a trip to Bermuda Jamaica
Beautiful lady blow Buddha by acres
Rude attitude so she cool with a gangster
Send me
Rollin' up big babies in a Mercedes,
If you want herb we got bombs
Gotta kick that shit for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones that smoke
Tropical vibe, coconut milk and shaved ice
My soul glow with the low cut, no jheri curl
Jerry Rice boogie board on the rip tide
Parasail and deep
you can save your sneer
you can ring my phone if you need me to hear
so shut your mouth baby
you don’t know baby
grow your ass up
ill call you by your
see hella bands
I do it for the struggle
I do it for the hustle
Ain't got no hand outs
So I got it off my fuckin muscles
I gotta baby mama
I try
nectarine upside-down chiffon cake)
Dodge down the downtown loop the loop lightly
(Hazelnut baby loaves)
Hazelnut baby loaves,
Hold my hand inside-out
a razor dawg
Show me how you mow the lawn
One of a kind hard to find a, shell in the sand
With you by my side I have the, world in my hand
Just a, pair
quit
You know we so different
You know we don't fit
We bout it
We sliding
Tropical paradise clear skies
Yeah we riding
Sunshine on my skin yeah
Vroom I
my sons i'm papa though
I feed them bitches with papa dough
I'm tropical, you comical
Bitch read my muh fuckin' chronicle
You my son, son, prodigal
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