Lyrics:
the vantage point I need the vantage point
Not really into overcomplicating things
With every blink it's a dream nigga
That mean I'm ahead when I'm sleep nigga
to
The sands of Jersey Shore
All my girls (say "ah")
All my girls (say "oh")
All my girls (in the club)
Show me love (show 'em love)
Ooh, I do i wanna be with
They think that they know, something 'bout my life
Not in the same class, not on the same flight
Maybe the same club, just not the same lights
hate me too (me too)
'Cause everything that I rock be new
On point when it come to the jewels
When the light hit the rock, turn blue
If I was you, I
Worse, the boycott of
My records, my films
Maybe a picket line at my opening at
The Sands why? Because I've dared
To say that love and decency are
Not
the club (Yuh)
Sand walkin’ every night (What!)
[Verse 2: K Teeth]
Paully P lookin’ mothafuckin’ nice, yeah (Yeah)
Look at me, got that mothafuckin’ ice,
the side
Chasin bands my bros outside
N the pack just landed stretch that nine
Backround bandit hit mans line
Four point five in a bruk down ride
Four point
of the last brave man
Made man, Cuban Link chain of command
Authorized fam', hot like Sahara sand
My live team turn the club to a crime scene
High beams
starting
In the lecture hall shortly thank you!
Welcome, students, to Two Point U!
This campus we've established to point you
Down the path of academia
These hammers and strings been
Following me around
From a box filled garage to
The dark punk rock clubs
Of 1000 American towns
And my friend calls
the club
We walk in no pat get slugged
Spending them hundreds them racks no dubs
Fucking yo bitch from the back just because
She know I'm the man
Got too
Red sun coming up in the back of my truck outside the strip club she knows
What to do with those slim hips and big butt. Alchemy she dances so
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be
the club with the ice on, me and Paisan'
Scope the spot out, see somethin' nice and I'm gone
You cats is home, screamin' the fight's on
I'm in the fifteen
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be
the club with the ice on, me and Paisan'
Scope the spot out, see somethin' nice and I'm gone
You cats is home, screamin' the fight's on
I'm in the fifteen
the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree
And if you like in the club, we can do it in the DJ booth
Or in the back of the V.I.P.
Whipped cream with cherries
to touch my man?
Twin guns in the sand hidden
God forbid it, if you fuck around you lay around
Red infrared light was on point and spittin
[Remedy]
the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree
And if you like in the club, we can do it in the DJ booth
Or in the back of the V.I.P.
Whipped cream with cherries
lieht im Sand
Gnüsse sLebe so entspannt
Wieder late night
Limone Joint Flight
Shoty isch so tight
Girl isch on Point ich weiss sie weiss
Ain't no lowlife
the burnin' sands
Now I stand here with virtue, of course I could hurt you
Simply with my point of view, and I knew
That many would come, that's why I've chosen
These hammers and strings
Been following me around
From a box filled garage
To the dark punk rock clubs
Of 1000 American crowds
And my friend
little words
That dance for the few who feel
Mistaken and Forsaken
To the point where they must kill
Our son in the desert sand
Isaac, Isaac
Here am I
life
I'm down by 2 points and a 3 can win the game
[Chorus]
What you gone do girl, you got the ball, make a move girl, you got my heart, take
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