Lyrics:
trap e ficou afim
Ela tem um olhar que me leva pro fim
Ela odeia admitir que gosta de mim
Ela me alucina igual ao lean
Cola cmg bay te levo pra outro
down to Coconut bay.
Sipping rum and cola and watching the sea
No one on the beach just you and me
The sun going down at the end of the day
Living for
trap e ficou afim
Ela tem um olhar que me leva pro fim
Ela odeia admitir que gosta de mim
Ela me alucina igual ao lean
Cola cmg bay te levo pra outro
Sticking together, drinkin' Colas down the bay
Underwater Scuba-diver, we gon' see new shit
Having fun all day, so we swim 'till we get lit
The tides moved
[Master P]
H to the motherfuckin' K
A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay
Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees
TRU to the game
love america
Red like the glow from a Coca-Cola can
White like the coast
Filled with Carolina sand
We got blues and sweat shoes
Mississippi river band
slappin soward wit the strapola
Home of the mob and get maskola
Gotta buy your slabs of cola from me (Welcome to the Bay)
The flower boys the mitchel boys
slappin soward wit the strapola
Home of the mob and get maskola
Gotta buy your slabs of cola from me (Welcome to the Bay)
The flower boys the mitchel boys
turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land"
Dylan, Berlin, Bay
Hispaniola
A young girl sips a diet cola
She's worlds apart worlds apart
The spirit of the black king still
Reverberates through Haitian hills
He rules
A young girl sips a diet cola
She's worlds apart worlds apart
The spirit of the black king still
Reverberates through Haitian hills
He rules the sea
Coca-Cola, he was eating Wonder Bread,
Ate Burger Kings, he was well fed
He went to Hollywood to see Peter O'Toole
He stole a Rolls Royce and drove it in
who imports cola, that would be fine
Though he has a good job
I hope he has a friend [upon the politburo]
His eyebrows grow together
People in
turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Hemingway, Eichmann, "Stranger in a Strange Land"
Dylan, Berlin, Bay
I pulled up for a mouth of coca-cola
Down at samuel's cafe.
Saw a little spanish lady coming over;
Said: "Lady are you going my way?" She said:
Drip de bandido
E oakley e lala
Se eu cola no baile
Tu vai te que sarra
Drip de bandido
E oakley e lala
Se eu cola no baile
Tu vai te que me
empresário
Embreve eu vou ta milionário
queimado raxi na bmw
As puta cola que o pai ta xato
sou mais um visionárioooooo
Que loucura de mulher
Vou
Way down in Trinidad, there's a taste I've had
That's bigger than Coca-cola
Take a jug of rum and some noon day sun
And a little of this will knock
to bay
It was not always like that
I used to feel as empty as a cola can
Kicked down the road
Making lots of sound and lots of noise
But little else...
to bay
It was not always like that
I used to feel as empty as a cola can
Kicked down the road
Making lots of sound and lots of noise
But little else..
It
to bay
It was not always like that
I used to feel as empty as a cola can
Kicked down the road
Making lots of sound and lots of noise
But little else...
to bay
It was not always like that
I used to feel as empty as a cola can
Kicked down the road
making lots of sound and lots of noise
But little else..
This record, greyed over
So spin it, bay over
She grape jelly, my purple soda
Her body tight, granola
I'm from the bay, hola!
Trying to get
for me-eh-eh
Won't get to first bay-ay-ay-ay-ase by begging me (da da da da da da)
You wanna play the game?
Give me a little space and maybe you'll
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