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BEACH BALL (feat. BIA) (Sped Up)
Busta Rhymes
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Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Talk)
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Hitmaka)
Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks (Rocks)
Bitch ride the boat like it's a seesaw
Check your bags and your— girl, 'fore you depart (Pop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Dolce & Gabbana, spoil him in Neiman Marcus (Pop)
Bitch, pull the top down, why you keep coughin'? (Pop)
Put her in the ocean, bet she suck a beach ball (Ball)
Ho movin' up and down, seesaw (Talk)
Give me backshots, now it's back to DR (Talk)
Fly you out to PR, can't put you in no Dior (Bitch)
Look into my eyes, you can tell I want a D-boy (D-boy)
Poppin' wheelies on the—, he thinkin' I'm from B-more (Seesaw)
We should've been friends, but I know you wanna be more (Pop)
Touched my first M, know I gotta see more (Goddamn)
Seen the— in my ends and you know I had to detour (Bitch)
Flew in first-class just to sit all by the seashore (Shit)
You can't fuck me in no G4
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Bust)
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Ayo, BIA, hold up)
Look, see, I inflated the plot
Ever since the day of crack sales, I upgraded the block
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Louis and that Gucci make her bug in Bergdorf (Pop)
And drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin'
Waterfallin' on these beach balls
And all these— walkin' 'round me talkin' 'bout, "I miss y'all" (Talk)
Never kiss 'em, but I always hit 'em back to DR (Duck)
Shawty, yes, I see y'all, who the— you thinkin' we are?
Think he 'bout to come up, see them
Thoughts, he better ignore it (Bitch)
Think you foolin', tryna come off like a sweetheart (Bitch)
Think we more than homies, you's a mother— (Hey)
Fuck these records up in ways you've never seen it before (Bitch)
Bussin' everybody ass on records when I record (Bitch)
Lights shinin', lookin' at me like he see God
Ha-ha, make sure you're in your— when we start
Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (Pop)
Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be Rick Ross (Pop)
Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks (Rocks)
Bitch ride the boat like it's a seesaw (Pop)
Check your bags and your— girl, 'fore you depart (Pop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
Louis and that Gucci make her bug in Bergdorf (Pop)
And drag me to a dressing room and
Give me top until she coughin' (Pop)
Waterfallin' on these beach balls
And all these— walkin' 'round me talkin' 'bout, "I miss y'all" (Talk)
Give me backshots, now it's back to DR