Lyrics:
singin' whoaoaoh
Beachin'
We got 2-for-1s, we're at a margarita bar, whatever happens happens
And there's a reggae band, full of dread head, just
fucking beachin' it
It's 9/23
It's 9/23
It's 9/23
It's 9/23
need a reason
I fell in love with this feeling
It's like L.A. and sunshine and beachin'
Ain't worried about nothing, I'm breezin'
I fell in love with my
Mitiature Beach of The Autumn I fuck each beachin' to the motel
Got the rest in the old man's format I fuck on the beach like Morbeth
Stressed to be
preachin'
Have to be up front and no screechin'
Cause me want you up front when we go beachin'
Baby you body fine, you have me weepin'
Find me self up
beachin' but she ain't beachin'
At this good old boy no more (hell nah)
And I'd be winning if they were keeping score
On a good time leaderboard
I close my eyes and dream about a sunny holiday
I wish that I was beachin' down on Saint Tropez
Or sitting in the lobby at the fabulous Pierre
L.A., Vegas, what's your destination
Tailgate sippin' during our vacation
Beachin' weekend over at the south shore
If it rains we'll let it pour
I
don't wanna wait
You ain't from around, so you're beachin' in the day
Another girl calls and she's tryna see the place
I know I broke it off, but I called
dem non-believers
Wanna live life all gold retrievin'
Big booty bitch on the sand we beachin'
Gots hella dreams for the stars I'm reachin'
Gotta stay
you wind up leavin'
'Cause nothing's better than a full ass day of California beachin'
Welcome to Santa Cruz
Welcome to Davenport
Panther and Bonny
big gas
Buss through I let up
Got me some Trues, they prayin' to my big ass
Top down we speedin'
Virginia beachin'
Seven-five-seven
pants on,|To your birthday suit in them sheets|Versace, so what?|Face down turned up|Her girlfriends from South Beach,|In town tell 'em load up|Had
The only thing that's blue
Is the sky I'm under
I'm high as the tide
And I ain't gonna lie
I ain't salty but my rim is
Right now life is pretty beachin'
about bitch, they gotta know
Yeah yow Uh yeah
Yeah ouu, yeah ouu yeah
Me and shorty freakin, shorty leakin'
Seen her last weekend, we was beachin'
to the fishes
Rags and the bitches call me gangsta liches
Rappers tellin' lies, actin' hella suspicious
Beachin' red thugs, actin' hella vicious
Hear him talkin'
call while beachin' under the sun (yuh)
Yeah I don't think this can go on
The way the strings pull at my heart
I couldn't tell you this before
You
stressin' out
Swervin' lanes in a foreign, check it out
I got homies on the block
I got chonies on the rock
We just beachin' on the rock
We just
w'ere beachin' to make you squeel nigga
Don't spill, we use the index finger to kill nigga
How you feel gettin caught up in my paper chase
Ya' feel
like beachin'
Party like the weekend
She jumped in the deep end
I can feel the friction
Smith and Wesson
Two two three
Right in my section
It's a roach I
My girl is beachin
She's nice and tan
Loves the feeling
Of her toes in the white sand
A rum sipper
When it's nice and hot
She ain't a river
But she's
beachin and
The fishin and the slides we're sipping
And our history and our teachings
and our family we do the bleeding
now lets put it all together with
she started beachin
Falling close tho no reachin
Closing mouthes no speachin
Left alone is what I'm good at let alone what I'm teachin
Keep on saying
summertime baby it's the perfect recipe
For a sweet melody
You and me beachin in paradise
As we sing along and dance in the moonlight
To the bittersweet
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