BEACH BALL-Busta Rhymes/BIA
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TXT BEACH BALL-Busta Rhymes/BIA 文本歌词
BEACH BALL (Explicit) - Busta Rhymes/BIA
Lyrics by：Trevor Smith
Composed by：Trevor Smith
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops
Sho'
Blowin' money fast man I'ma be Rick Ross
Hitmaka
Uh tell these h*es to kick rocks
***** ride a boat like it's a seesaw
Check-in bags and your p***y-girl 'fore you depart
Ho
Yeah yeah yeah-yeah-yeah
Dolce &Gabanna spoil him and
***** put a cop down why you keep coughing
Put her in the ocean but she suck at beach ball
H*es moving up and down seasaw
Give me backshots now it's back to D R
Fly you out to P R can't put you in no Dior
Look into my eyes you could tell I'm boy
Poppin' wheelies on that d**k he thinkin' I'm from
We should've been friends but I know you wanna be more
Touch my first M niggas know I gotta see more
My ends and you know I had to detour
Flew in first class just to sit up by the seashore
Sheesh
You can't **** me in no G4
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops
Buss
Blowin' money fast man I'ma be Rick Ross
BIA BIA
Look see I inflated the plot
Ever since the day of crack sales I upgraded the block nigga
Yeah yeah yeah-yeah-yeah
Louis and that Gucci make her bug and off
And drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin'
Waterfallin' suckin' on these beach balls
And all these ******* walkin' round me talkin' 'bout I miss you
Never kiss 'em but I always hit 'em back to D R
Shawty yes I see ya who the **** you thinkin' we are
Think you 'bout to come up
See them thoughts you better ignore
**** you think you're foolin' tryna come off like a sweetheart
Think we more than homies
**********
**** these records up in ways you've never seen it before
Bustin' everybody a*s on records when I record 'em
Light shinin' nigga lookin' at me like it's
A-ha
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops
Sho'
Blowin' money fast man I'ma be Rick Ross
Ross
Uh tell these h*es to kick rocks
***** ride a boat like it's a seesaw
Check-in bags and your p***y-girl 'fore you depart
Ho
Yeah yeah yeah-yeah-yeah
Louis and that Gucci make her bug and off
And drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin'
Waterfallin' suckin' on these beach balls
And all these ******* walkin' round me talkin' 'bout I miss you
Give me backshots now it's back to D R
