Lyrics:
females get jealous
Okay smarty, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're standin'
females get jealous
Okay smarty, go to a party
Girls are scantily clad and showin' body
A chick walks by, you wish you could sex her
But you're standin'
I danced with Swayze
Every night when I was ten?
And while girls all flocked to boy bands
Jagged Little Pill was my jam
Did you know that
why I just felt
Like I couldn't trust that nigga (Ayy)
Met her at the beach
Took her to the Four Seasons fucked her
Then I bought the girl a bag for no
ride a boat like it's a seesaw
Check your bags and your pussy-girl 'fore you depart (ho)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Dolce & Gabana, spoil him in
a drop by drop those
Drawls if they're worn at all, when you hit me up
Girl I need it in the worst way
Like where you been at in the first place
You been
the north side
Sea shells, and palm trees
I call you, you call me
Talk all night, mob all day
"Girl where you at?" "Boy I'm on my way"
On the beach again
want to fly to Cancun
Cop a spot by the sea
Park my Benz by the beach
Yeah we causing a scene
Get the girl with the D's
Maybe we'll have a fling
But
talking and walking just to work you up
She'd die for your love, but your love's only mine, boy
Yo sigo tranquila, like I'm on a beach in Anguilla
just like crack, I whip that on the pot
I moved to the beach and now I'm gettin' paid
Fuckin' on a yellow girl, like lemonade
Weed so strong I know that
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
O’bou an me Akenzo
Cameroon baddest
Yezzir
Alien ’pon di beat
Illest
Back in the days we be hustle by the beach
But nowadays we dey hustle overseas
Your'e looking good
By good, you know I mean borderline
Rich boys and poor girls
And they're all showing off their car guard tans (Car guard tans)
Rich
stacks on the beach
Girl you can relax
Kick your feet up
I got VIP passes for the show
Give you the whole world
Know we needed to link up
Link up
Hold up
ain't talkin' facts, what you mean by that?
I don't even stunt with gold
Bro I focus on mine, everything don't last long time
Cuh that's what life is
When
they tramp the streets or get busted for sleepin' on the beach all night
Them boys in their high heels, ah Sandy, their skins are so white
And me, I
live in California, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
jump in my car, I do it every week
DJ's who know call me Mister Short
All
is more than a cypher
Ya boy rocking heads back n forth like windshield wipers yea
Ask ya bitch Im the one they wanna get wit
Bang ya girl brains out
her)
My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa
(You know, her bag was always heavy, everytime I been around it)
We gon' high to this (and diners,
One day I seen this girl walked passed me
Looked me in my eyes had me thinking wow
See, she was the kinda girl that make ya heart skip a beat
Walking
Long Beach, stand up! (Plain Pat, what up?)
It's your hometown boy Mark Spitz and uh
Now I've been getting fucked
Up all night long
This weed
Bring the vibrato then end in soprano
I'll hop on the stage with some brand new apparel
Got liquors by barrels this world is in peril
I'm aiming my
Yeah, yeah
Ay, yeah, It's all good with me, it's all good with me
Yo, aye, higher than I ever been
Staring in the eyes of my dream girl
Aye, damn,
Not for Harry Styles, not for Mr. Right,
I’d let you down na na, BFF ja ja,
And if a boy comes by, he‘d better get it right: Chicks before dicks ja
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