Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shout Out to the Bay, artist - Riff Raff. Album song Peach Panther, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Neon Nation
Song language: English
Shout Out to the Bay |
Shout out to the bay |
Yeah, tonight we in the bay |
Shout out to the bay |
King Chip nigga Cleavland all day |
Shout out to the bay |
King Chip nigga Cleavland all day |
Shout out to the bay |
Yeah tonight we in the bay |
Girl, you already know what I’m on |
You should put it on your tongue while your sliding down your thong |
Let me hit it in the bathroom, I know we in the club |
Why you dressed like that, if you weren’t trying to fuck |
Your friend getting jealous tell her she can join in |
Cut the lights off now you look like twins |
Girl got the minge, girl you musn’t see the Benz |
Ten hoes at the crib and you know they all tens |
It’s a bunch of Louie bags, bitches came to get it in |
Now she naked in the pool telling me to dive in |
Got a bunch of girls here, right amount of niggas |
Man these hoes going HAM choosing up all the winners |
Smoking upstairs on the couch with some freaks |
So when you get it when you pass blunt fuck with chief |
Some bitches at my crib that I ain’t even meet |
Probably been here for a week |
Probably fuck and we didn’t even speak |
Shout out to the bay |
And it’s going in the eight like its going in the bay |
Shout out to the bay |
And you know what they say |
Shout out to the bay |
Cleveland thats the city where you know they don’t play |
Shout out to the bay |
We got some hoes in the bay |
Hold up folks |
Shark-skin coat |
Pull up working oak |
In the yacht-style boat |
Lobster biscotti |
Drive a big body |
Should I do karate |
Valet park the Maserati |
First off, license registration |
All this ice on my chest, figured I was a figure skater |
Figuratively speaking mentally on vacation virtual verbatim |
I beg your pardon swing to Olive Garden |
Now I’m with your daughter in the karma Aston Martin |
Used to park cars, now five stars |
Gave you a Swedish massage in my seven car garage |
Got nice hips, vice grip lips |
Me and King Chip flip Versace rice bricks |
Now I’m in the mix like salad dressing |
All this wood wheel molesting got my four five Glock testing |
Shout out to the bay |
And you know the Memphis kid going HAM everyday |
Shout out to the bay |
From Oakland to Sactown like Pac say |
Shout out to the bay |
Now bring it to Chicago and swing to to PA |
Shout out to the bay |
Yeah, tonight we in the bay |