Lyrics:
to the ocean's roar from inside every shell, well, we had fun
Digging round for clams, using just our hands, sometimes finding one
Sunshine, I love you, I always
Hey, everybody, gather 'round
Listen to that bongo sound
Grab the first one in your reach
Now we're going to shake the beach
Do the clam, do
Mary can go round
she cant clam down
got that loud mouth
yeah its a loud crowd
you know her now
she on that pied pipe
riding on her big bike
yeah its
and take up where you left off the night before
Piss Clam Charlie was no jolly-roger
Just a straight arrow shooter by God
So drink one last round
Before
We'll keep on going round yea
Keep on keep on
Never wanted to clam up and hide like a pussy
But I know the trust in me long gone
I don't know what to do I
some clams
She so nasty Dirty Dan, beat her like Jackson, Dirty Dan
Go crazy bout da bands go crazy bout da bands
Go crazy bout da bands go crazy bout da
I'm terrified to let you down
Cause I already feel as if I'm fading out
Or maybe I'm just scared of moving onto bigger things
I clam up
I hide away
notin'
It started about the time
She got all packed up
Could be my ego, could be my pride
Or maybe my clam cool collective side
Might be my heart
Riding round so clean I let the bass beat out my speakers
Searching for a freak that's kink and bound to let me tweak her
Mind, her mind, her mind,
suits eating on clam chowder
Knock it out the park like Eric Estrada
Remember I was shoppin' at Family Dollar
Got your main bitch Facebookin', beggin'
to step on your partner's toes
-Now, duck for the oyster, dig for the clam
Duck for the oyster, dig for the clam
But do your diggin' for Uncle Sam
-One for
that I had to clam her
I'm going up
Fuck around go to sleep on the moon
And We masked up
Creeping round
Running shit like raccoons
Hard flow said too
the nigga then I ran
I know a nigga from Iran
I tell that nigga come from round
Me, ain't never been no clown
Doggy from Thailand
I bite that nigga thigh then
to my killers, better back up, uh
I know too many possessed people 'round me
Yeah
My revelations yeah, uh huh
Back to my revelations, i'm concentrated
hustle get ya cheese upg
Year round ain't talking seasons
Cant hear me talking
Crank the speaker
I'm just tryna secure what I can
I'm cooking clam chow
(Yeah, uh)
Clams Casino, nigga (A$AP)
A$AP (uh)
Mister pistol popper (uh)
Flocko locked and loaded (yeah)
Life's a bitch and she pussy pop,
I'm in a mess, I can't help it
I just go round and round
I'm paranoid, I'm selfish
Push me, I clam up, I'm shellfish
We had a dream, I shelved it
Lots of bubble
He was in a jam
He's in a giant clam
Down, down...
Underneath the waves
Mermaids wavin'
Wavin' to mermen
Wavin' sea fans
Sea horses
I just dipped her out in a new two piece
Off the ocean with clams acting bougie
Lyndzie did some recruiting these new to me
You ain't got enough
Sittin' 'round his table
Those smells they fill the air
The cracker meal is burning grease
And a hint of Oly beer
The stories from that table
I've
Creep across the ground until the day is done
All the while the planet circles 'round the sun
Everybody knows how this goes so let's get over it
Yeen got no gun better go get one
Every nigga round me gon hit sumn
Why would you bring war that shit dumb
We ready for drama if that shit come
Yeen
gal.
I got me an Iowan gal.
She's pretty as a picture, happy as a clam
, pinch me and tell me how lucky I am, you may try to win her but you never will
round drum
In the carpet up under my car
And nigga I don't wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke
And I gotta thank God for the niggas
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