Lyrics:
(You, You Know…)
Nothing Is Stressin’ Me
I’m Just
Sitting On The Beach Playin’ My Ukulele
Do You, Do You
Wanna Hang With Me?
Come Hangout
I'm Just
Appreciates all the love I give
Boy, I gotta shake it off
Gotta do what's best for me
Baby and that means I gotta
Shake you off
By the time you get this
Appreciates all the love I give
Boy, I gotta shake it off
Gotta do what's best for me
Baby and that means I gotta
Shake you off
By the time you get this
with Cam
Then I made Baby and Wayne shake hands
That Ruff Ryders and Three 6 Mafia need this album and I'm gone
Ayy
Let your country cousin talk
the majority
I'm two steps ahead while they plotted it
Plans of a posthumous O'hene Savant by their operatives
Highly evolved software that manages
To perform
crazy, baby
Don't forget that boy told you
Get that dirt off your shoulder
I probably owe it to y'all
Probably be locked by the force
Tryin' to hustle
Listen, when I rap, boy, that shit poetical
I break rules, I have never been ethical
Need condoms, niggas all on my genitals
I'm the best, get it straight
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs
boy cap more than Mitchell and Ness
I just smoked a whole blunt now I need me some sex
I wake up everyday feeling blessed
Not sponsored by Nike but I'm
album like a bird in a corner store
Keep it real boy
Trill got the good dope!
See grill, big bills, with a thick hoe
About an ounce of that good dolja
We
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
all the cap, these niggas wanna be me
And I'm havin' my reason South Beach in the spring with the bad Puerto Rican
And I'm drippin' in Yeezy
Off white
Used to think I'd never make it
I was always so quiet making music in that basement
But I just dropped an album and I'm feelin kinda good
Yeah,
growth
They break bread by the slice
I'm distributing the loaf
Swear I'd rather share the wealth
They want me to share they post
How the wanna split
could be working even better
And I think you should look at me as an opportunity to find that out
I don't mean any disrespect by that
I'm just saying I
on first
Or your skin get burnt with a full cup of team
Look at me, look at G
Little southwest boy down by the beach
Make sure you put that jam on last
I can keep up with your tempo too
With your dimples, baby dont you ever try to doubt me
All the boys falling on the wayside
They wanna be on my bae
Beach boy in the South
Nic Nac in the song
Yeah, yeah
Let me see you
Everywhere that I go
Swear I see your face
Night time, they tired of me
taking losses
Funerals and crosses and even when I die I'm with a circle full of bosses
I said I'm top five and I meant it two albums dropped this year
annoying is that annoying as Poison and the birth of rap
This is the Boys To Men Album meets Johnny Cash ain't no boys on this album only Nash
A boy who
(That's literally amazing)
I do not mess with the scandals
I'm on the beach with the sandals
Tokyo first time landing
Bad bitch, Gap Band, She was
Look ma we go together like throwbacks
And airforce one's i'm a gangsta
That's why i gotta carry 4 guns
Used to be a good girl
Now you my ride-or-die
I said fuck it pull the chord
I'm tired of this depression it's too much I can't afford
I rather walk outside up on the beach beside the Lord
He
sailing back to Kona
A grand old place that's always fair to see
I'm just a little Hawaiian and a homeside Island boy
I want to go back to my fish
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