Lyrics:
keep it on me
(Call me a Florida boy)
Top down by myself, but I'm never lonely
(Call me a Florida boy)
See I ain't really finna have remorse for ya
a lie
I can never be as tan as the beach boys I see as I drive by
I wanna play a show on Sunset man why do I even try
I know I don't belong here I'll
before,
We could walk by the shore
In the moonlight
Beach baby, beach baby,
There on the sand,
From July to the end of September
Surfin' is fun,
We'd be out
spectacle
Prim and proper with classic poise
But she's got the boys at the plaque to call
Bathing beauty on the beach
See her practically glow
Wearing
to be free
Needed a shoulder to cry on no one was there for me
So I flew back south flew back right by the beach
It was a little big town
Wine beer
on no one was there for me
So I flew back south flew back right by the beach
It was a little big town
Wine beer and whiskey
I kept on calling your phone I
getting blessed by the beach
I just want my chankuras please I gotta get paid
Um not chasin' no booty I don't wanna get laid
Show me the way show me the way
guessed it! God done over by customs, the pair of us, didn't we? So there we
are standing there, "Hello hello hello! What you been up to, you naughty boys
on the beach is crying
Boy on the beach cries a river of tears.
Woman by the river
Can you taste my love?
Taste my love?
You is the mouth where my river ends
You
walk by you
She see the joke in you young boy
She to grown for you young fools
Let um know
She said she can't relate
To niggas that's broke
Let um know
begin
G-Code, nigga, live by it, die by it
South Beach, I don't stop, I just ride by it
In the streets, I done ducked a couple drive-bys
I thank God that
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
And the boys from the casino dance
With their shirts open like Latin lovers on the shore
Chasin' all them silly New York virgins by the score
And Sandy,
Yeah we took off to the beach
Took off to the beach on monday um
The cold night was so dark
We hit it up a secret
Cre' boy under the blanket sky
damn
Roll out, with the windows down
Sunset
By the beach
With my ten toes down
Like damn
Real talk
Watch the sun go down
Watch the freaks come up
As I
anybody K, California all day
Yessir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam-blam-blam
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
does it feel?)
Ah-ha-ah-ha (Shit it feel great, baby)
I never been to South Beach 'til I got the DMV
I just want you to know that my boy
Man
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
by the shore in the moonlight.
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
by the shore in the moonlight.
Beach Baby, Beach Baby, there on the sand
From July to the end of September
Surfin' was fun, we'd be out in the sun
to Vera
The Vera ingenuity the Vera brainpower
Walking on the front beach sucking on her thumb
What does that tell you when you pretend to be a Christian
people like you
Full of calm full of Truthly blue
Oh my beach boy you look good
By the way if you want
We can go surf all day long
Oh my beach boy
I love
The cargo ship enters the harbour
In his spare time the captain paints vaginas
His boys can move girls
Furniture, white goods, chemicals
Homes for
Touchdown
Hop in that coupe by the beach, yeah
Sundown
Shawty, she coming with me, yeah
Roll down the windows, she feelin' the breeze
Only got real
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