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Cabana
by Norm
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Me and my shottas
We in Havana
Beachfront cabana
We do what we wanna
We rockin Gucci
Bought this girl a Louis
Livin like tunechi
Got money n coochie
Toes in the sand
Countin some bands
Private jet lands
Now we off to France
Might see the Eifel
Bitches they trifle
My opps are spiteful
But ain't got no rivals
The city of love
Found a baddie to shove
It fit like a glove
Might fall in love
But I had to leave
Can't have no strings
Fly to Venice beach
We livin the dream
They want my secret
Call them hoes plankton
But I ain't peepin
Keep that shit sanction
These bitches square
Dumber than Patrick
Say it's not fair
Isn't that tragic
Flight in the morning
Going to Florence
My life ain't boring
Shakespearean story
Livin like kings
Got all the nice things
Don't fuck with me
War of roses part three
Next up morocco
Or maybe Chicago
Might hit up xoco and
Get me some tacos
So many options
Like harden we Ballin
Bitches be callin
Full royal we all in
Dealing with jokers
Wearing poker faces
Hit up my broker
Can't leave no traces
Im a detective
Call my bro Wattson
These hoes defective
It really is shockin
How you be gold diggin
You ain't worth pennies
Want the life I'm livin
Won't let you test me
Me and my shottas
We in Havana
Beachfront cabana
We do what we wanna
We rockin Gucci
Bought this girl a Louis
Livin like tunechi
Got money n coochie
Toes in the sand
Countin some bands
Private jet lands
Now we off to France
Might see the Eifel
Bitches they trifle
My opps are spiteful
But ain't got no rivals
Dont have no weakness
Fuck all that weak shit
Starboy like Weeknd
These bitches fiendin
Hard to fight em off
But can't get involved
No time to turn soft
Got too much resolve
Know we gon make it
We grindin we bakin
Eyes on the crown it's ripe for the takin
We only drop heat
Came up from the streets
Ask whos the best soon they gon say it's me
Imma be royalty
Right where im posed to be
Testin their loyalty
No one destroyin me
We takin shots
They missin shots
Drinkin a lot
On the boat that I bought
I'm talkin super
Like kyle its duper
Big ocean cruiser
With all of my looters
If I'm going up then so are the homies
Keeping the real ones you already know me
Came from the bottom
Now we in Havana
Ocean cabana
Take what I wanna
Stay wit my shottas
Keepin a choppa
New whip I bought it
Imma make it I gotta
Me and my shottas
We in Havana
Beachfront cabana
We do what we wanna
We rockin Gucci
Bought this girl a Louis
Livin like tunechi
Got money n coochie
Toes in the sand
Countin some bands
Private jet lands
Now we off to France
Might see the Eifel
Bitches they trifle
My opps are spiteful
But ain't got no rivals
The city of love
Found a baddie to shove
It fit like a glove
Might fall in love
But I had to leave
Can't have no strings
Fly to Venice beach
We livin the dream
They want my secret
Call them hoes plankton
But I ain't peepin
Keep that shit sanction
These bitches square
Dumber than Patrick
Say it's not fair
Isn't that tragic
Flight in the morning
Going to Florence
My life ain't boring
Shakespearean story
Livin like kings
Got all the nice things
Don't fuck with me
War of roses part three
Next up morocco
Or maybe Chicago
Might hit up xoco and
Get me some tacos
So many options
Like harden we Ballin
Bitches be callin
Full royal we all in
Dealing with jokers
Wearing poker faces
Hit up my broker
Can't leave no traces
Im a detective
Call my bro Wattson
These hoes defective
It really is shockin
How you be gold diggin
You ain't worth pennies
Want the life I'm livin
Won't let you test me
Me and my shottas
We in Havana
Beachfront cabana
We do what we wanna
We rockin Gucci
Bought this girl a Louis
Livin like tunechi
Got money n coochie
Toes in the sand
Countin some bands
Private jet lands
Now we off to France
Might see the Eifel
Bitches they trifle
My opps are spiteful
But ain't got no rivals
Dont have no weakness
Fuck all that weak shit
Starboy like Weeknd
These bitches fiendin
Hard to fight em off
But can't get involved
No time to turn soft
Got too much resolve
Know we gon make it
We grindin we bakin
Eyes on the crown it's ripe for the takin
We only drop heat
Came up from the streets
Ask whos the best soon they gon say it's me
Imma be royalty
Right where im posed to be
Testin their loyalty
No one destroyin me
We takin shots
They missin shots
Drinkin a lot
On the boat that I bought
I'm talkin super
Like kyle its duper
Big ocean cruiser
With all of my looters
If I'm going up then so are the homies
Keeping the real ones you already know me
Came from the bottom
Now we in Havana
Ocean cabana
Take what I wanna
Stay wit my shottas
Keepin a choppa
New whip I bought it
Imma make it I gotta