Lyrics:
Volkswagon Vans
Billy's fake tan
Sun screen skin
On the hot lava sand
Beach body girls
Beach body boys
Boogie board babies
And their Big kid toys
beach be
And she may look like the queen of Atlantis
Swaying like the palms in the breeze
But that girl is an evil enchantress
Yeah boy you better just
spectacle
Prim and proper with classic poise
But she's got the boys at the plaque to call
Bathing beauty on the beach
See her practically glow
Wearing
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
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
Trap house bubblin' below
Surfer busy by the stove
Lord be my witness
We been off limits
Given em the business and hope hey
Trap house bubblin' below
[Hook: Ameriqa]
Trap house bubblin' below
Surfer busy by the stove
Lord be my witness
We been off limits
Given em the business and hope hey
Trap
when she found I got the antidote
Partner sellin' dope, got that boy, he got that girl
I'm like baby girl, eat this dick just like a churro
Ooh, we
em off of they feet
And make these niggas have a seat
And when I drop that release
They finna have it on repeat
I make a stop at the beach
Just gettin
scared I'ma take they chick (They chick)
Must be the money, 'cause a young boy rich (Real rich)
You could drop a dime, but I make it make sense
Girl
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
fifteen minutes, cause I timed him! You know, I dunno when
I started, I know I was pretty close. Because, as you know boys and girls, the liscensing laws in
with silly niggas)
I cannot sleep
I hit the beach and talk to God
Not sure she listen
Shout to Bre
He pushin P
He keep a pistol
Protected by the heater
recognize the girl next door
With beat up sneakers and a ponytail
Beach baby, beach baby
Give me your hand
Give me somethin' that I can remember
Just
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
But then tell you by the Greyhound
the body of a surfer bloke
But that's my fault cuz I don't go to the gym
And side by side, honestly, I'd also pick him
I wanna ask you for your number
But I
Malagueña moon, sailing over Illinois
San Francisco June
Bringing joy to a wannabe surfer boy
Ocean wind, and rainy sky
The Devil walks the Coast
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'
to parties to party with nice girls
You young boys gotta chill
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin'
to parties to party with nice girls
You young boys gotta chill
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin'
Passin around the Cosmo, wearin out the cell phone,
Make it to the beach by ten.
Flip flops and lip gloss, bikini tops and cut offs,
Baby let the games
jacket by the Vic. square fountains
Shouting from the top of toys are us
My boys don't fuss, because they dress homogenous
Enjoy the trust, we all share
by the shore in the moonlight.
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
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