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IN THE SUN)
ME AND THE BOYS WILL KICK UP A STORM (MAKES FRIENDS WITH
EVERYONE)
I´M GONNA FIND A DIRTY GIRL CALLED DAWN (AND STICK MY
FINGER UP HER BUM

THE SUN)
ME AND THE BOYS WILL KICK UP A STORM (MAKES FRIENDS WITH
EVERYONE)
I´M GONNA FIND A DIRTY GIRL CALLED DAWN (AND STICK MY
FINGER UP HER BUM)
YES I

THE SUN
ME AND THE BOYS WILL KICK UP A STORM 
MAKES FRIENDS WITH EVERYONE
I´M GONNA FIND A DIRTY GIRL CALLED DAWN 
AND STICK MY FINGER UP HER BUM
YES I WANT

I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up

(Make we dey go now now)
I saw mami water at the Bar beach in Lagos in the 60s
And she called out
Guitar Boy! If you see mami water
Never never you

shore's
Getting very near!
We haven't a thing to fear
We haven't got time!

Bum-bum-bum-da-da da-da
Bum-bum-bum-bum-bum bum-ba

How's it coming?

cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

mic get smokin
Elite, I practice what I preach
Watch me drop the top marble blue at the beach
They speech on with that boy Po-yo
They don't know,

at Rainbow beach

Baby we'll escape
We'll go to South shore nicest spot
Pass by streetlight memorials
Flowers wither, balloons pop
Kids morn those killed by

a niggas trunk is a nigga named Screw
And I got that boy Kici in heah
And that boy Poyo and these hoes heah
And we comin through wit that boy Flig-ati Flea

need one
We can link up
Whatever you think of
We can team up
And hit the beach sun
I don't even really like beaches but I'll be your beach bum yea

It

Gal ya bumbum make me smile
Garlie ya body fit to make me maad
Gal ya bum bum gal my body tight
If you leave me omo na suicide
Gal ya bumbum make me

Bitch I'm smart got degrees like im eighty
She treats me like a baby
Wom wom wom oh shit they gone pay me
Burberry Bum Bag Boy
I could spend all my money

wanted more
Cause she sells seashells by the seashore

Now she's just a beach bum, sipping rum, out on the pier
Working a coconut Coppertone kind of career

Yeah we run shit
Y'dig men and the boys
We back to back with this shit
Man doing donuts in the trap house
Doing donuts in the Cat

Who you think you

me sum
I wanna have some fun I'm really feeling you baby boy so what's up? 
I see your boys looking at my bitches 
We can swing like a swing, never

Panic Beach

Maria McKee

Maria McKee

1989

having fun out here on Panic Beach
All the vaudeville bums are here out on Panic Beach
I hear them talk about the Palace but it's so far out of reach
So

fault, you behaving real feral
You falter, you slip and we catch you, you soaring
Start walking at night other end by the morning

It's a long beach

I had a dream
I knew where I'd be
My bum on the beach
But life is a beach
Sand on my cheeks
Oops I met Bitch
Knew I'd be rich
But I never had it like

and call her Addison Lee
I'm off the shits, fuck your bitch, send her back to the beach (suh, suh, suh)
I'm with a crazy white boy, call him Conor McGregor

I'm searching the reef
Juice and rum it's time to have fun
I'm a beach bum enjoying the sun
What if we just swam away
Surfed a wave when the tides

People in here from all over the world
Men, women, little boys and girls
Gather 'round by the seaside
Beach party, tropics style
Diamond head

say it's fucking fake
You some broke bums, now I crash the whip
GTR, you some fucking bitch

Boy, you wearing fits from 2009, you broke bitch
Unky high

Somewhere On A Beach

Dierks Bentley

Black

2016

never got me
I'm getting sun, getting some, and I ain't slept in a week
Yeah, I'm somewhere on a beach

Heard you called my boys, heard you called my