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lirik lagu master hay - tropical dream

[intro: master hay]
yo, you ever seen a real thick b-tch, and you’re just like d-mn, where’d she get all that -ss from?
and then you check your calendar and you realize it’s not even your birthday but all this motherf-cking cake!!
ha, run this sh-t!

[verse 1: master hay]
sorry i f-cked your b-tch, about last week
yeah that sh-t was neat
now it’s back to back to back, call it 3 peat
i know it’s not fair, but, i don’t really care
cause i’m high as i can be lost in a tropical dream
yeah i just took a bar and i feel like i’m on mars
bout to cop a 100 grams, then flip 100 bands, call that sh-t xans
i ain’t talking contraband it’s really just an herb
now legalize that sh-t ya motherf-cking t-rd
i’m flyer than a bird
i’m higher than this verse
leanin up words are slurred, smoking gas now vision blurred
switching flows like switching hoes
dirty b-tch, pigeon toes
racist motherf-ckas all wear the same clothes
why’d i go so hard? n0body knows
but my boy kikke next
watch us run up a check
you know we keep that sh-t 1k
now open up that cell, and free project baby!!!

[hook: master hay]
tropical dream, tropical dream
big booty queens
pre-summer 16, pre-summer 16 (x3)

[verse 2: lil kikke]
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch i got the juice
i’m all up in the coupe
your b-tch say she trynna f-ck the crew
but we already knew
chilling with a foreign sippin’ lean
that’s that tropical dream
and i’m always grinding for the cream
bad b-tch for the team
i’m a og, smokin’ og
f-ck the police, you don’t know me
i’m goin’ out like kobe
i left that hoe, gin0bili
i do what i want with your b-tch do you feel?
i think that i love her, i’m popping a pill
i am a whale & you muhf-ckin’ krill
and i’m with some k!llers and we smokin that k!ll
me and sauce god so fly like we in neverland
smokin’ gas so high, that we probably never land
b-tch we the sh-t what you talkin’ bout hoe?
p-ss me the purple we pourin’ up mo
i cannot f-ck with that muhf-ckin’ hoe, cuz she trynna f-ck all my muhf-ckin’ bros
and that b-tch is a thot
and we smokin’ that pot
and this heat on my hip is very f-ckin’ hot
and i never get caught
and word to marshawn lynch b-tch i never get got
b-tch i’m takin the shot
b-tch i got the dabs and them xans in the bags
and we empty them mags, cuz y’all reppin’ that flag
my goal is to tell the chauffeur bring the rolls in
and have 10 b-tches, like my name derozan
and count endless paper, not able to fold it
and a stack so big, i can’t even hold it

[hook: master hay] (x2)

[verse 3: lil kikke]
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch you kinda fine
can i call you mine?
yeah you pretty thick, that waist is slim, god d-mn girl you a dime
girl i’ll pick the time and sip some wine
girl is that a crime?
b-tch i’m in my prime, i’m not the shooter so i don’t do time
man i got the cash in the rubber band
uzi in the other hand
eyes look like i’m from j-pan
watch worth like a couple bands
got me some bands and i got me some fans
feel like a skater cuz i’m rockin’ vans
she want my candy, so come to my van
f-cking your b-tch now i feel like the man, b-tch

[outro: lil kikke]

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