Lyrics:
the street
Ayy, need a crib by the beach
Been fly, you can check the receipts
Receipts
Ayy, got a bad bitch geeked
Uh, yeah, that's silk on the sheets
We ain't ever landing
All my boys is bandits
You get popped like Xanax
You get caught candid
Now he gone he vanished
Cause we caught him lacking
Yeah,
fiz em um mês, cês não fizeram em dez anos
As minas em choque, yeah
Os manos em coma, han
Em minha cama, no sexo ela soma, óh
Vem tomar banho de corona
There once was a bittersweet man and they called him, "Lemon Boy"
He was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair like a weed
And like
Um lampin', um lampin', um cole cole lampin'
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into
gotta small dick ya gotta small dick
Square ass white boy square ass white boy
When ya gonna quit when ya gonna quit
Um, excuse me
Is this thing on
Hi,
Mobile phone-shaped tan lines
The fascist weekender
I caught you preening on the beach
Of Cornwall’s oyster bars
And all before the cameras
who live by the sea?
Back on the ranch and everything's normal
Beach blanket bingo comes on the TV
We talk in our sleep and then the next morning
guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau
I can hear the Hawaiians saying "Komomai no kaua ika hale welakahao"
It won't be long 'til my ship will be
that um like to leach
I want money and a baddie on a beach
I don't care you know i get it how I live
Iv been tryna get paid
Money on the way
Get it all
must be something in the water
Sippin' gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees
(Undone)
The boys break their necks
Tryin' to creep a little
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or
An invitation to a nightclub for some minglin
But
and the boys in a town where the mormon go
Listening to a session by noel Gallagher
I was listening to a session by noel Gallagher
They said sometimes your
school boy into the life of the party
If I could do it again you know I'd do it the same
I'd pass out on the beach drinkin Golden Grain
I'd wake up
Você nem sabe do tempo que eu não tinha um bruto no bolso
Nem vai lembra de como eu fazia isso aqui com muito esforço
Casa de madeira cheia de
esfera
Vem metendo o pé licença poética
Um rebanho com danos leais foi
Quem te vendeu essa ideia (boy)?
Os maninho se perdendo no crime
Fardado de oakley
in the public.
Boy wonder, make the other boys wonder how we keep it
Coming different every summer.
Don't be amazed cause of me,
Be amazed cause
the VIP lounge
It's a young boy fresh P Star life
Seven zero three, yeah Star life
Me and my niggas we dey chop life
Top notch models on my bed side
Well I was cool and sitting by the phone and waiting for
A ring with a female voice or a date or an invitation
To a nightclub for some minglin'
Then
spliff i woda wieczorem może se znajdę miłość
I nieważne że rozwalę hajs ten
Coś pięknie pachnie TomB biegnie z blantem
Czuję się jak na Jamajce boy takie
No sweat
I make it all look easy
A cover girl, around the world
You see me
The truth hurts
I don’t lie, believe me
I don’t need you
But I’ll get by
(I got bars)
(Uhh, yeah)
I got bars
Bitch, don't mess with me I'll mix it with them xans
In the mountains, on the beach of foreign lands
Smoking gas,
Do we belong together
I just want to find out
Am I just another
Boy You'll need to turn down
Goddamn, Why you gotta have a man
This whole thing is
(Aye My Boy Astro That's You, Cook Sum Up)
Oh my 4x4 i heard that you be take the keys
I be living dangerous and you know i got to pray before i
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