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lirik lagu busta rhymes - beach ball (sped up)

[chorus: bia]
cartier frames with the gucci flip flops (sho’)
blowin’ money fast, man, i’ma be rick ross (hitmaka)

[verse 1: bia]
uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
b~tch ride the boat like it’s a seesaw
check your bags and your p~ssy, girl, ‘fore you depart (ho)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
dolce & gabanna, spoil him in neiman marcus (whoa)
b~tch pull the top down, why you keep coughin’? (brrt)
put her in the ocean, bet she suck a beach ball (ball)
hoes movin’ up and down, seesaw (saw)
give me backshots, now it’s back to dr (yup)
fly you out to pr, can’t put you in no dior (d)
look into my eyes, you could tell i want a d~boy (d)
poppin’ wheelies on the d~ck, he thinkin’ i’m from b~more (skrrt)
we should’ve been friends, but i know you wanna be more (hey)
touched my first m, n~ggas know i gotta see more (sheesh)
seen that n~gga in my ends and you know i had to detour (gee)
flew in first class just to sit up by the seashore (sheesh)
you can’t f~ck me in no g4

[chorus: bia]
cartier frames with the gucci flip flops (bust)
blowin’ money fast, man, i’ma be rick ross (bia, bia)
[verse 2: busta rhymes]
look, see, i inflated the plot
ever since the day of crack sales, i upgraded the block, n~gga (ho)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
louis and that gucci make her bug and birk’ed often (ho)
drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin’
waterfallin’, suckin’ on these beach b~lls (whoa)
and all these b~tches walkin’ ’round me, talkin’ ’bout, “i miss ya” (saw)
never kiss ’em, but i always hit ’em back to dr (yup)
shorty, yes, i see ya, who the f~ck you thinkin’ we are? (gee)
think you ’bout to come up? see, them thoughts, you better ignore
f~ck you think you’re foolin’ tryna come off like a sweetheart?
think we more than homies? you’s a motherf~ckin’— (hey)
f~ck these records up in ways you’ve never seen it before them (gee)
bustin’ everybody ass on records when i record ’em (gee)
light shinin’, n~gga lookin’ at me like, “is he god?” (hey)
make sure you end your sh~t when we start

[chorus]
cartier frames with the gucci flip flops(sho’)
blowin’ money fast, man, i’ma be rick ross (ross)

[outro: bia, busta rhymes & bia & busta rhymes]
uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks (yeah)
b~tch ride the boat like it’s a seesaw (yup)
check your bags and your p~ssy, girl, ‘fore you depart (ho)
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
louis and that gucci make her bug and birk’ed often (ho)
drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin’ (cough)
waterfallin’, suckin’ on these beach b~lls
and all these b~tches walkin’ ’round me, talkin’ ’bout, “i miss ya” (sho’)
give me backshots, now it’s back to dr

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