Lyrics:
ever go
In the sand, with a tan, that she always show
Ain't God, no plan I'm thinking, aight
Might end up doing what she like
Know she a tan, I'm on in
the car really aint that far
Just to make it to a Sayulita bar
We got our toes in the sand
We got a drink in our hand
Waitin' for the next set to roll in
Why these niggas make me draw lines in the sand
When they already had the damn stick in their hand
You ain't making plans if you still run from your
Reporting live from Hawaii with my girl
I brought sand to the beach
Working on vacay in the booth, sand on my feet
I'm from the ground up like
(intro: Arabian flute)
Let me tell you about Ahab the Arab
The sheik of the burning sand
He had emeralds and rubies just drippin' off 'a him
all the local bars
She flirts and tells the boys while they're talkin'
She's from Boston
Her toes dig deep and deeper in the sand
She's seduced by
lesser birds on the four winds, yeah
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands become a crust
And most of you have gone away (hm, yeah gone away)
Come Susy
Let me brag on the King He's so on fire
Spitting stars like bars Make it rain, look higher
Can't even reach Him He up so high
And like y'all say He
Man I swear to God these bars got power
Have you nodding off straight to sleep in the shower
Man I swear to God these bars got power
Have you nodding
Ain't no other broad gonna ball harder
Yea khari want the frost like a pot flower
Got bars in the veins like I'm Pacs daughter
Till I'm off
face, tell me what you see just like a flashcard
It ain’t nothing we could start the beef, that shit ain’t hard
Had to free my mind from these bars
sand.
I'mma Ready for slang treat, You dumbass don't converse,
In a world of substance, your rhymes disperse.
Hai tu physio-lo-gist is what missin' ,
They said this could take you far
Look at what you accomplishing what they said to the bar
What they said to the standard
Hit the bank and withdraw
tan mami, she was fresh off the sand dunes
Big bottles and models and poom-pooms
Surroundin' my table, watchin' me like cable
My Dolce hat was low,
She walks to the store for some cat box sand
She stops for a drink and meets a man
He says I wish you were over now
He buys her a drink, they stumble
of the lamb
Whoever touches my hand gon' leave
'nough blood in the sand
I was washed in the blood of the lamb
Whoever fuck with my fam suffering
A motherfucker
of here
There's a white sand beach just waitin'
A hammock tied to some palm trees swayin'
We can listen to the white caps breakin'
Me and the salt air
kreef
En vir ’n laaste dop by die Pantie Bar
Sal jy my gou vergeef
Kyk net al die tente op Tietiesbaai se sand
Kyk hoe vlieg die helder kites oor
for sand
I gotta put my faith (feet) to work
So I'll be making the landmark
Landmark landmark
And I'll be making the landmark
Landmark landmark
And I'll
to
The sand, rocking blands
Must be lacking
You must be packing shit
My beats a fire hit, fuck
Me like a little bit
She sit on my face
Winning first place
This
300 Bars hat er gemacht.
700 Bars hat er gemacht. 1000 Bars hat er gemacht.
Er holt das raus, er macht dir sogar eine Million Bars.
Mach mal kein
Oh yeah
Boots and buckles, red clay and sand
My point ain't subtle here
I'm a southern man
Where the beer seems cooler and the women seem hotter
Oh yeah
Boots and buckles, red clay and sand
My point ain't subtle here
I'm a southern man
Where the beer seems cooler and the women seem hotter
(Yeah)
Palm trees, salt in the air
A little white sand under my chair
Got a room key, some pesos in my pocket, alright
I trade my old boots for
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