| Ocean in the back, I might fuck you on the beach, yeah
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| Got a hot cheeto chola and she rolling up my leaf, yeah
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| You say you my biggest fan but you be my fantasy, yeah
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| Your feet in the sand and my hand on your peach, yeah
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| Let’s go by the ocean
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| When I’m with you, feel like I’m floatin'
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| Swimmin' in your sea wide open, back strokin', hair soakin
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| Baby so wavy, getting lost in the motion
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| Got me feeling like ooh wee
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| Got that juicy fruit, girl you move me
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| When we’re together, it’s a movie
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| Like Jack and Rose, say she don’t wanna lose me
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| There’s so many fish in the sea,
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| There’s only one that cannot swim from me
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| But the ocean tide, got you open wide, up and down like the ocean tide
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| Ocean in the back, I might fuck you on the beach, yeah
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| Got a hot cheeto chola and she rolling up my leaf, yeah
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| You say you my biggest fan but you be my fantasy, yeah
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| Your feet in the sand and my hand on your peach, yeah
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| I used to be the shyest guy
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| Now I tell ‘em move them panties to the side
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| Bitches used to pass me by, now I pass ‘em by in the sweetest ride
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| Used to be a miskeen guy, but shit ain’t always sweet on the sweeter side
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| Now my gang ananana, smoking marijuana
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| I’m a fool eating beans of Fava
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| Sex on the beach, get her wetter than Wasaga
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| (wetter than the diamonds in my nana)
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| My piña colada, pussy so shlava
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| Make me wanna take her back to Mama and Baba
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| Ocean in the back, I might fuck you on the beach, yeah
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| Got a hot cheeto chola and she rolling up my leaf, yeah
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| You say you my biggest fan but you be my fantasy, yeah
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| Your feet in the sand and my hand on your peach, yeah |