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busta rhymes - beach ball lyrics

[chorus]
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 a boat like it’s a seesaw
check_in bags and your p_ssy_girl ‘fore you depart (ho)
yeah, yeah, yeah_yeah_yeah
dolce & gabanna, spoil him and [?]
b_tch put a cop down, why you keep coughin’?
put her in the ocean, but she suck at beach ball (ball)
hoes moving up and down, seasaw (saw)
give me backshots, now it’s back to d.r (yup)
fly you out to p.r., can’t put you in no dior (d)
look into my eyes, you could tell i want a d_boy (d)
poppin’ wheelies on that d_ck, he thinkin’ i’m from [skrrt]
we should’ve been friends but i know you wanna be more (hey)
touch my first m, n_ggas know i gotta see more (sheesh)
[?] my ends and you know i had to detour
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 (buss)
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
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 b_lls
and all these b_tches 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 f_ck you thinkin’ we are?
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? motherf_ck
f_ck these records up in ways you’ve never seen it before
bustin’ everybody ass on records when i record ’em
light shinin’, n_gga, lookin’ at me like, “is he god?”
a_ha, [?]

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

[verse 3: bia | busta rhymes | both]
uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
b_tch ride a boat like it’s a seesaw
check_in bags and your p_ssy_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 b_lls
and all these b_tches walkin’ round me talkin’ ’bout, “i miss you”
give me backshots, now it’s back to d.r

- busta rhymes lyrics

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