Lyrics:
I ain't even boutta interfere
Ima let the karma get in gear
Y'all niggas weird
Doin magic tricks with the love, showin it to make it disappear
See
Benton's band
Importing to Miami beach, no law in the streets
I don't wait for the lord to preach, 'cause God is dead, according to nietzche
Shit
trick oh
Gold on my wrist
Gold on my name
Gold on my hip
Gold on my plate
Midas my touch cause your boy getting paid
Rolly my wrist cause I'm winning
like a Good morning This is chase
My mama worried about her son, I'm traveling state to state
Trick a bitch out the pussy, she thought I was gonna pay
and a thug nigga
I know some ESE's and some bloods, nigga
Champagne by the beach, we don't do the mud, nigga
I know they wanna get a reaction, I won't budge,
Crazy
805 shit
We on fire with the blaze up
Hit the beat, Cali Vibes, get your pay up
We on the push, feelin' cool by the beach
With the crew, roll
had something up it's sleeve
Leave me scattered like leaves by winds that never blew
When I captured the starts
In the palm of my hand it was true
The rings on the fings it's a habit that I flaunt
The Kobe's, Goldie's you can have the Lebronze
No locks on him but the static's in his palms, Al
Blow my mind
Dinomite
Summer time vibes just me and you by the shore
Made it thru the winter we made it thru the storm
Now we're chilling on the beach
visit
Maneuver in uber, souvenirs for the Mrs
Instantly refresh the panorama sunset
Beach sand, breakfast burritos, please stand by the prosty that will
you over there
I see you everywhere, my mind is playing tricks on me, yeah
We could be in my car, we could be on the beach
We could be in the pool baby,
her feet kicked up like a beach attached
Natural aquatic
This stroke cause a row of nirvana
She tell me them juices taste so sweet so when I'm taste
I was mobbin' through the beach, yeah the city by the sea
Mama tried to keep me home, but I love the fuckin' streets
I was cookin' up a Ki, tryna
back hungrier then ever
Yo, Allah take 'em to war, daddy!
I got evil in me, I'm not people friendly
I've done one good deed if any
Didn't feel the need
(Nathaniel London)
Yeah, middle of the summer, takin' selfies by the pool
Fresh up out the Chanel store, she feelin' brand new
I'ma fuck you
I'm gonna stand on your parade
I need to jump into your grave
Gonna stalk you I'm afraid
Wanna be your fucking pain
By the way you know it's all
Ima jedi call me Obi-Wan Kenobi
Playin' mind tricks on ya
Makes you feel like my top pick
The way I love up on ya
Makes you feel like my side kick
I
and faces all seem to smile
Staring me down as I walk up the aisles
To cheer myself up in festive themed stores
And walking up and down the crescent beach
I'm your Reiseführer. Gimme the drums!
Sitting in a coffee-house
Drink Martini dry
Julius Caesar
Mighty Mouse
Watchinq girls go by.
Palms are
money we can settle things
It can be anything
Tell me who's that girl with dirty tricks in the back?
Who's that girl she only here for the bag
Who's that
and over again
See I believe in servin a nigga his papers wHen I knock his ho
Like a pimp did me on Beach Blvd, know
I got knocked, gon get knocked,
over and over again
See I believe in servin a nigga his papers wHen I knock his ho
Like a pimp did me on Beach Blvd, know
I got knocked, gon get knocked,
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