Lyrics:
Palm trees, sittin' by the beach
(By the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (Oh oh)
Reclinin' forty-five degrees (Oh oh, yeah)
Beach front, with your
H-Town in this bitch
What up? What up?
Me and Pimp about to do it for the city
What up? What up?
What up? What up?
Money by the ton
Bricks
ha, ha, haa
Who that N-word in that candy glow?
Who that kid with no drive but at the park?
You niggas tag it on walls, we spray the cars, uh
you like it you not
Ever gonna play me motherfuckers get shot (boy)
(Boy) lil' shorty wop (wop) young thuggin' in the street
Ever front on him
He's hangin' out the window on every Sunday drive
He's front door standin' guard, barkin' as the cars go by
He's always glad to see me, and sad
doner
A pool party in my crib at the Daytona
Hosted by Sonia and Monya, ooh
Mami, walkin' up the beach, so fly, so neat
It's me and Ginuwine, 23s
the cars go by, roarin' as the breezes blow
Crazy lady, livin' in a bag
Eatin' outta garbage pails, used to be a fag hag
Said she'll dance the tango, skip
Twenty-six cars, nine trucks and fourteen miles
Made me famous, on all the front pages
We're playing spin the Bible in the Red Roof Inn
Drinkin
ayy
In the car, girl, in the club
What you want, can you freak me, babe? (Ayy)
In the back (ayy), on the side (ayy)
In the front (ayy), left, right
in the sand
Bear creek won't be the same again Luke Bryan playing on the radio
Screaming did it again down and old dirt road
Freedom runs
these cats
While they makin' up facts (uh) you rakin' up plaques
In The Commission, you ask for permission to hit 'em
He don't like me, hit him while
some company too
(Hmm, oh well)
Yeah
Come on and go with me
(You said your car is right out front? Right out front?)
Yeah
(And you're gonna bring
Pussy, I dismantle it, these hoes can't handle it
Fine-ass, big booty bitches in my ride
'Cause the Smoke got that front
That back, and side to side,
it hot (skrrt), there go them people
Break up the block and hit the cut by the corner sto'
End up in Ms. Taylor backyard, be quiet, she on the porch
me cry
I'm sorry that I doubted you
I was so unfair
You were in a car crash
And you lost your hair
You said you would be late
About an hour
caught slipping? Hell nah
Just trippin' off 8-ball
And girls ain't nothin' but female dogs to me
Bitches, I'm sorry for that verse
It's in my nature, I
niggas keep talkin'
All you high paid niggas stay fly
I'ma slide left, fly right on by
I'ma do it on the boulevard
Fast bitches, fast cars and stars
and concrete
A window then grows and captures the eye
It cries out yellow light as it passes it by
A small black figure sits in front of a box
Inside a box
talks or not
I just can't leave him like this
Listenm leave me here, I can handle it
Oh, Johnny, no
The cops are outside, Luke is in the car
back
And that car I saw sitting in front of my door
Looked like a brand new, a brand new Cadillac, yeah!
I ain't got none now baby
I think you've
call me a slut, who gives a fuck
That's fine nigga, shit, I'm a good with mine
I can tell by your shoes you know what I want
Fuck a prenup, give me
tell by the trumpets
Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets
Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost two hundred
Get out your chair, the season
to the death in me
Baking soul and ice was the recipe
Big boy in the big toy plane watch connecting with the connect
Soon as the fame stop
Some said that I
smell sexy
Cruse in a new Ferrari
Till she met hooli with the ora of Selassie
I bring the prophecy of maccabes
Stay Flyy till they bury me
Air guitars
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