Lyrics:
In the summertime smoking cigarettes
By the beach side watching the sunset
You’re my ocean breeze, like waves on my feet
You make me feel…
So glad
in the stereo still done and they talk
They taking on me's behaviour
Dem call me Oluwaburna lyrics creator
On the road to greatness dem a sink under
You're still the
Little boy that you were before
Furthermore, it's worse because you
Feign to be progressive
But when challenged by a woman
You get sexist
Backflip off the top rope Ray Mysterio
Bump this in your headphones and your stereo
Do it in my free time, still superior
Wanna catch up to me you
the stove, head under the cubbard
In the kitchen 'til the fume make me feel smothered
The way it melt fiends can't believe its not butter
The way it melt he
then. Eh? What do you mean,
stop pissing in the corner? Well if you'd let me out of this f'king room I wouldn't have to piss in the corner,
would I?
The front page of the paper
Backside in the middle
On parole still can't get me
Now to ride with my pistol
Boosie
95 max on dope boy cologne on (Creed)
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
Multiply that number by ten
You get a lot of answers
When you want a dildo in their ass
That's not for me
Boy sit down have a seat
Then add a wink I see your
I'm thinking about Miami right now
They still don't believe you
When you say you ain't fuckin' nobody
But me (We got London On Da Track)
They
'll get stomped in
The neighborhood Watts and Long Beach
Boy, you out of reach
This is TDE, Ab-Soul, Jay Rock
Schoolboy Q, we hot, you not
This a freestyle
Most definitely created by me
Goin' down in radio history
I'm good to go on your radio
And I'm cold gettin' paid 'cause Rick said so
Make the woofers
it isnt easy believe me
Need to make a room in B.E. television if you wanna be me
Game said he made room for Jeezy, I had to make room for me gee
still gettin' paid while you look at me mean
I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go
But I know I can't live without my radio
I'm the leader
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
Yeah this be that big dope
Walk up in the spot
You see me scumming
It’s a light show
Shining like these rhinestones
Smacced that’s why my eyes low
We
all this falsified love
I’m a loaner it gets lonely for ya boy
By myself for many days paranoid hearing noise
Can’t be sober mix the pills with dro
Take
and, and pumping Trick
Them boys done open doors, so respect is owed.
I got love for Rick, and congrats you made it,
I was a fan from the mix tape you
where it's standin'
I got beat for the street to tha beach I'll be rolling
Neva see me strolling, 40s I'll be holding
Girls in the daisies, drive Eazy
Sick rhymes and lyrics are my motherfucking trademark, realize it in a minute
When I mix this shit on top level you better fasten your seatbelt we’re
South Beach
Khaled on the jet skiis, preaching what you believe in
Everything fast 'cept the food, watch what we eating
If it add a couple years to our
from the studio, to the club and the video, and the radio in stereo
And they acting like they dont hear me tho
I'm young black and Im paid
This money
still is the best thang goin'
Any extra dough, come invest in hoe'in
But I clap that boy, kidnap and wrap that boy
Clap, we ready, I'ma mastered boy
Tattooed covered body, almost all of them for Jesus
I'ma pick you up in my '16 Prius
I cannot break at the thought of you taking a shot by somebody like me
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