Lyrics:
need a man like me in town
I pick cotton down on the Dixie line
Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime
But that's alright, that's OK by me
'Cause
a timeshare somewhere
Rock bum wear, beach chair, write a book each year
You can write yourself out of your blessings
Wreck your Lambo the first day just by
shawty stop by
Cause we gone be alright
Told her ride with the team
Boys pull up at the scene
All gold, this must be a dream
Cause life ain't what it seems
a psychic
I kick, lyrics like Jet Li
Which produce money to put your
Boy on the beach shit, sand in my feet
Tell me what the fuck you know bout me
Now you
like waves at the beach
Waves from the freaks haterz on patrol
Big Charm on my chest looking like a treasure troll
The boy caked up pillsbury dough
to scowl sonny boy
It's only a dance
Take my hand now
Honest is the best policy
Don't matter if your car has been towed
Honest is the best policy
Doesn't
'em G stacks
And got them corn rows to the back
I ain't really trying to be picky
But if you give me somethin, its got to be the sticky
Doing by
them Corn Rows to the back
I ain't really tryin' to be picky
But if you give me somethin', it's got to be the sticky
Doin' by the ounces, lo' lo's
lotion
when i got wiped out by a beach boy
he was surfin' when he hit me but jumped off his board to get me
and he dragged me by the armpit like
taught my young boys how to mix,
La la la la la la la la la la
Ye ain't seen paper like this nigga.
We get it in a flash like paparazzi,
Cars, crib,
chalet
Down for the sun in Montego Bay
Or would you prefer Miami Beach?
It's not that hard to reach
By boat, by car, or private plane
With cash money, you
Child come away
It's the girl with the deputy walking by
Child go and play
No I won't give you reasons so don't ask why
I read the story about
on a beach in L.A. fuckin' fly misses
While you niggas at the crib tryna' find misses
Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime bitches
Them niggas mad
finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm on a beach in L.A. fuckin
game, always spitting fucking bars
Waiting for the nice house, bright lights
Fly far, right spouse, white cars , black nights, no fights, big yards boy
Better not reach at me lil boy yo ass gon' die
Protected by angels, hope I see them in the sky
You gon' hear that switchy, lil boy I'm not tryna
smoked
Life trap get crossed up by them dog hoes
Like shit get masked out over dog hoes
Really doe
Bullet holes be so big
Innocent bystanders get
needa get it all get the money get girls get the cars so
Imma get mine you get yours Imma get mine you get yours
Nah not what I wanna live for I wanna
I show your clown ass how the hot boys sound
They going click click blow, blow click click blow,
Click click blow, blow click click blow
Click
RAPS MINE Starring NIV
(D. ValentS)
Success, it gets you nice things
Italian shoes, and a foreign car
Like anybody else, and I need that but
But we
day I saw you boy it hit me hard
That look you gave me steppin' out your car
The way you dress, the way you look so fine
Knew then I had to make you
Tha boy JD was a friend of mine
'Til I caught him in my car trying tah steal a alpine
I chase him up tha street tah call a truce
Tha silly cluckhead
a beach boy
He was surfin' when he hit me but jumped off his board to get me
And he dragged me by the armpit like a child's toy
As we staggerd into land
me wanna take off them Jeans slide in my bedroom
Take off your clothes
We could do it in the club or the hot Tub, on the beach, in the car or the Dam
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