Lyrics:
to feel alright
It's time to do it right, it's time to live your life
Pull up by the beach side when the sun is out
We gon' party like it's 99
Where
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
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z,
keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
a lie
I can never be as tan as the beach boys I see as I drive by
I wanna play a show on Sunset man why do I even try
I know I don't belong here I'll
before,
We could walk by the shore
In the moonlight
Beach baby, beach baby,
There on the sand,
From July to the end of September
Surfin' is fun,
We'd be out
spectacle
Prim and proper with classic poise
But she's got the boys at the plaque to call
Bathing beauty on the beach
See her practically glow
Wearing
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
on the beach is crying
Boy on the beach cries a river of tears.
Woman by the river
Can you taste my love?
Taste my love?
You is the mouth where my river ends
You
a call
Yeah, I made it so we threw a party
Ain't no party, so fuck a party
I don't fuck with no fake bitches, Barbie
If you ask me again, I'll tell you no,
begin
G-Code, nigga, live by it, die by it
South Beach, I don't stop, I just ride by it
In the streets, I done ducked a couple drive-bys
I thank God that
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
eyes, blond hair,
Tight body, long legs.
She's glamorous.
She's welcomed by boys.
Bang, bang, bang, Twist Barbie.
Oh! Sexy girl!
I want to be
damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By the beach
With my ten toes down
Like damn
Real talk
Watch the sun go down
Watch the freaks come up
As I
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
Casper
(Ghost)
All in not out, if you touch one of mine
We're gliding round (Gliding)
Tryna put a black yute in my Rizla
But I'll still ching a white boy
does it feel?)
Ah-ha-ah-ha (Shit it feel great, baby)
I never been to South Beach 'til I got the DMV
I just want you to know that my boy
Man
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
a nigga lace
We tryna see a hunnit bands in our
(Rawwest Nigga Alive)
Fuck the Cris', Legramme by the case
New Bugatti, who wanna race
Black Barbie
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
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
Boy got more concentration than Adolf
Never taught to play by the rules
But i play my cards right like its 8 off
Stellar flow, I had to find the Groove
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