Lyrics:
he braindead
Bitches say I'm gorgey, yellow Porsche
Pulled up on your block, topped out
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum with the 40
All my lil niggas got a body
move
Then I'm is a fashion show
Sosii Baby
That lights camera action glow
Got these lor boys all acting irrational
Just to be factual
I keep this shit
a seesaw
Got the boy sprung, now I need some
Lets take a trip and go eat some
We can get lit and go beach bum
You deserve your back and ya feet rubbed
No
with three deep and we riding too deep
Ain't no room in the whip for a bum
I was just chillin and I gotta call like bro time to go out the state
By any
When I'm at the beach gotta get a little breeze
I done seen the realist niggas get affected by greed
If the beat was a dog, then you know I'm walking
on the way
When I've had enough
She get to stepping
No delay
Winter time in France
I'm too dark to get a tan
My mami like the beach
So I'm thinking bout
Would there ever even been a war
Been a war, been a war
Nuff said, nuff said
What if the feds never come to where I live
Tryna take me from my kids bum
It's so bittersweet now
When you know what you lost
Donnie was the boy you always wanted by your side
Donnie was the boy your girlfriends fell for
She get man but she say she need better
Prettyboy me I make that thing wetter
She shake her bum-bum then I lick it like a letter
Ouu man a fire
the beat
You know, a bloodclaat heat (right)
Let's make love in the summertime, yeah
On the sands, beach sands, make plans
To be in each other's arms,
And all the heat that you deploy (your laughing boy)
The more I take (your laughing boy)
The more I break
Cooking fires on a beach
Smoke finger in
Totally psychic open your mind quick as the vibe kicks word to my sidekick
Sex boi let's hoi jislaaik yo yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
dream yeah
Sat by the beach, tell them pinch me yeah
I'm a beach boy like the sixties
And I got a little beach baby rocking with me yeah
She throw it in
like 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
Ay, rap boy No.1, ya
On my school stars, I walked into the school dressed to kill
I feel good, everyone was surprised by my clothes(Clothes)
Now I
all hysterical by now. PILATE notices BRIAN escaping.)
PILATE
You cwowd of cwacking-up cweeps. Seize him! Blow your noses and seize
him! Oh my bum
stuck by me in the hard old days
He never cared if I had no dough
We rambled 'round in the rain and snow
So here's to you, my ramblin' boy
May all your
'cause I'm chilllin', boy
Whatcha go and get your lawyers for?
I makes my dough in just one show, you know
Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know
'cause I'm chilllin', boy
Whatcha go and get your lawyers for?
I makes my dough in just one show, you know
Your lawyer shoulda let you know, you know
freaks, we must try a threesome
Do it on the beach, in the sand, let me see somethin'
Seashells, on the shore, I'm a beach bum
Finna eat somethin', when
And through the night
To get where I am
One day I'll have a house
Right down by the beach next to the sand
As a kid the devil gave me a mic
He took me outta
wanting a taste of that life
P-R-E-T-T-Y B-O-Y
Why you runnin' through my mind
Why I want you by my side
You a P-R-E-T-T-Y
That's on God
Why you runnin'
can't even dress
My flow so I'll
Freddy Krueger got sick
Jason voorvees
But I only use sticks
Just the emergency kit
And I'm just rollin on by
Told
a sugar like you, a boy like you
She wants a boy like (me)
You got me going wild (going wild)
You got me hypnotized by your smile
Ooh I like your swagger,
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