Correction Paroles Beach Boys par 8Percent

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AV with that drip, ho
Ah, ah, ahh
Run it, run it
Run them damn dollars, b*t*hes, ooh (Run it, run it)
Gang, woah

Wave, boy, late, boy
Choppa where he stay, boy (Boom)
F**king on some pu**y then I'm surfing off the stage, boy
Fake boy, fake boy
All I hear is hate noise (Ah)
N***as talking like they gonna do me, shoot me crazy, do it

A-a-all my gas got BO
And all my mans got POS
N***as gon' take yo' bands, ooh
Yo' bi'h pu**y like pee you (Pee you)
Smoke on me, that two, three
B'ih on my tongue, Lucy (Hey, hey)
Molly bean and bud, yeah
Nip her in her b***, yeah (Ayy)

I got these b*t*hes mad, she a surfer, ride the wave
I be popping tags, my money stack, I'm gеtting paid
Leave it in the past, my car too fast, I'm in a chasе
Her boyfriend a fan (Fan), I'm touching down in every state
And my gun go, "Blam," he talking down, he get erased
B*t*h, I'm smoking gas, I take my blunt right to the face
I sit back and laugh (Woo), all these rappers run in place
B*t*h, I do the dash, I'm so fast, I can't explain
Double it, double it, double it up
She hitting my line, I don't give a f**k
Got two .45s, they ready to bust
Got two bad dimes, they ready to ****
Hold up, hold up, talking down, you can get left
Say that sh*t with my chest, my time till my death
B*t*h, I never went to sleep, why the f**k would I rest?
Now, why the hell would he test?
No hands, you hoes say it with yo' chest (Oh)
Big two, threes, got her jumping out the gym
Just like Jordan, he blessed (Pow)
I cannot sleep, got too many lonely shawties
Playing with the king, my phone don't ring
Hit the red b***on if you ain't about the green (Green)
Wavy on a ho, so I'm surfin' (Surfin')
She see me on IG, saying, "Khalil, you look way better in person" (Yeah)
Scratch that, get it in, she clap back
I be making money, do whatever like a thottie up on Snapchat

Wave, boy, late, boy
Choppa where he stay, boy
F**king on some pu**y then I'm surfing off the stage, boy
Fake boy, fake boy
All I hear is hate noise (Blah, blah, blah)
N***as talking like they gonna do me, shoot me crazy, do it

Ho-Ho-Ho-Honolulu, hips on hulu (Ooh)
When she wake up, f**k her face up
I don't f**k with a Goddamn b*t*h
She suck my d**k with her Goddamn legs up
S-s-s-step in Margiela, get hella Coachella a** b*t*hes
Tongue enema, smooth wipes
Give 'em a bit of my pickle and kids in the middle of mixing my tunes, right
Ooh, I'm done rapping about bullsh*t
I'm gonna fly out to Hawaii (Woo), and f**k Lilo's mom (Yeah)
I mean her aunt (Yeah), and punt that lil' n***a st**ch

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