Lyrics:
(Nathaniel London)
Yeah, middle of the summer, takin' selfies by the pool
Fresh up out the Chanel store, she feelin' brand new
I'ma fuck you
moguls
Vip with dope boys, the DJ shout out to Sosa
Valet park in the Wraith, cocaine all on her face
Her Rolex icy as mine, throw up my gang sign
We
it
Round here
Tell the boys
That I'll catch'm
In the sunshine
The beach is callin' me
And I just gotta me it mine
We'll hit the road
Yeah we're leavin'
stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us
stolen (ain't been stolen long)
Looked like hell but felt like home to me
Eagles got us down to California (songs we're singing on)
Beach Boys got us
talk with the boss
I pop a Jose bottle, you can kick your shoes off
Ever seen a fat boy in a big body
Know you wanna sit by me, all you do is think
side of the bush by the patio
She woke the boys up with a screech about a quarter to lunch
Sawblade running cutting up shit she stole from the beach
She
funny
[Chorus:]
Bad ass strippa in an escalade jump out the trunk im in San Tropez
Boys on the beach and they wanna play so i strip off into burberry
Bad
Oh whoa
Beach boy at the beach again
This is something I'ma see again, yeah
Nowadays everybody is the same
And I swear it's so lame yeah
(I'm
four nights sure did fly by
Just like the tide she was gone
It wasn't happy ever after,
But it really didn't matter at the time
Cause she was mine
Once
(Big Bs, baby)
(Armani, this shit stuey, boy)
Ooh, them niggas lucky Zoe ain't here
Promoter tried to tell us we can't get the pole in here
E
as a peach, life is a beach
And I’m in Venice laid on the beach
White sheets
With a dime-piece starin' at my timepiece
What it say? By six o'clock we be
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
and a packet of three
And if I don't get laid I'll sure die tryin'
Tonight this city's gonna be all mine
I want to talk about motorbikes, cars and things
we rocking the crowd,
Get gwop by the thou', wow
Come on and roll with the kid, back to the crib
Car real fast, bed real big
Just like that,
came across a young man
who was likewise peddelin' pot
and the devil slid down the beach to the kid
and said "boy lemme tell you what"
i guess you
been tryna fuck for months, baby girl, it's now or never
Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather
We shinin' when it's
a lil boy who reside by the coast
I know what I'm doin
I'm steady pursuing
I'm tryna run up on a bag
Yeah
Me and the homies on top
Ain't never gon swap
We
females get jealous
Okay smartie, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
shawty
Pour up another cuz I don't feel shit
I ain't no boy, I'm the man, I don't quit
Dinner wit you, Santa Monica beach
Wondering how you fit that in yo
of this life of mine
You see, the lady I choose must like to cool
In a freak's cut bikini by the pool
Havin' good times, that's what we'll be doin'
This is Dipset, this is Kay Slay
We still grip techs, and spray AKs
Don't let it breze by, on the eastside
Throw up that E sign, we for the streets
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
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