Lyrics:
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He told me he saw Sean and two chicks followed by four whips
Somewhere in the Florida sticks
It's a set up
Tell the crew to keep their
muck when I lose his fleas, lice and his
ticks
For the chicks, I be on my good foot, you get that ass kicked
So yibbida yabber yoozy, [fuck] that
girlfriend
It's really not a problem
Cause I'm a make do what it do
Cause havin two chicks is better than no chick
I rather just join in
Keep my girl and keep
Sometimes when I'm with my chick on the low (I'm a flirt)
And when she's wit her man looking at me, damn right (I'm a flirt)
So homie don't bring your girl
Everybody out here knows I'm gonna get rich
Verse 3- 02:17
Everyday, I'm at the beach
New boardshorts, Surfboard without a leash
No Shoes, No Shirt, Two
Toast To Tonight
Words & music by Ryan Whyte Maloney & Luis Carboney
VERSE 1
2020 was a crazy time
Had to just hang back and let life slow down
c
I'm trynna get in my zone
Drink the liquor by the litre
Put my hands around a sexy senõrita
Call the gees then we go and meet the dealer
Hoodies up
spare ya no threat young nigga look im just tryna tell ya since you playin games truth or dare pussy boy i dare ya to try me watch halos spread like
playin' with, huh? (Huh, huh, huh)
Second verse, it gets worse, it gets no better than this
Amateurs drink veteran piss from a Dixie cup
If you ever
brrrrrrp
Gal a hitch up pon mi drip
Youuuu
c tell me she no average chick, she want to spit up on mi dick
They kno say the 6 get drilly scary site wen I
No cap no cap kno tha
By any means necessary nigga
Know we ballin without a team
Let go
Know I can ball with no team
No team
Robbing got racks in my
pet-sit
Sheep are herded by the two of them
Don't follow that villain who fought an anti-hero with a strategem
That movie starts in 1963 and ends in 1983
dazzled by a room
Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon
In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command
They shook
come from nothin'
And I did it by myself
I'm self made
I ain't ever ever had no help (no help)
I just bought a coupe
Just to flex on you
'Rari,
by
I'm pretty handsome but believe I've got a bad side
My chick's annoying, acting moody like she's Mad-Eye
Should probably cut her off, burn the not,
Woman Our feelings bared.
V86 Woman 2
Til now scared.
V87 Woman 3
Our truths, shared.
V88 Woman 4
No longer despaired.
V88 Group / Chorus
Our feelings
never knew what all it carried
But they knew when she unloaded by the banks
Two rusty rigs roared out of there brakin' scrapin' jammin' gears
Disguised
hoes mad
I'm that fly chick all these lames wish they had
Big ol booty, make him trick off all his cash
Keep em' in 2 bags, his feelings and his cash
Paper Route
You don't know who you're messing with
cin't no Democrat, and by far I'm no Republican
This is the type of talk that'll probably piss
I'm out the loop
Sittin' at these stats, but I'm much taller hoppin' at the crew
Real nigga, I can't speak it if it's not the truth
No, fuck
like Dixie
I'm the Blue Ranger and my whip Navy
No squares round me square dance on three
Got my hat tilt back in the barn out back
Wearing Blue all day
ring
Enough of me rapping, gon' let that boy sing
I had one, two, three too many
I'm fucked up, four chicks with me
I'm loud, took about five shots
never knew what all it carried
But they knew when she unloaded by the banks
Two rusty rigs roared out of there brakin' scrapin' jammin' gears
Disguised
sacked, a bum
For me no need
All reaping's now done by humanity
I gasped, he laughed, we caught our breath
Me and jobless Death
I learned the truth
But
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