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booty squad – beachy keen lyrics

[produced by ymd]

[verse 1: full monty]

on the beach babe-watchin’
walkin’ by these babes watchin’
my s-xy curves, try to resist the urge
to get the full monty. monty goes to cougartown
don’t even try to clown
these mad gains i go to the gym to attains
lookin’ more jacked than hulk hogan on crack
with spencer the train and my friend bruce wayne
the good times are rolling, this booty ain’t stolen
this party on the beach, yo, it’s quite the peach yo
boats and hoes! we got lots of those
the booty store is having a sale
we lookin’ fresher than christian bale
batman, ben affleck, bruce wayne
all of them are one and the same
this cat sack is full so don’t call me a fool
i’m out of here, b-tch, time to hit the pool

[verse 2: r-dogg]

fully torqued in the ocean, so call me driftwood
we havin’ fun on the beach just like we all should
we got out of town like we got out the hood
it was such a struggle but we did all that we could
out in the surf, crippa d was getting salty
we weren’t sure why or if it was our fault, see
going through a rough time, tryna find ident-ty
does he really want a girl, or a guy to get his d?
does he want that green, cash for his daily bread
or that dank mary jane, going full steam ahead?
but he better be careful, treading on some thin ice
gotta give it some thought, run it over once or twice
he’s gotta stay frosty, gotta keep his head cool
he may make a mistake and look like a fool
he’s gotta make a choice, there can be only one
and double the w-ng means double the fun

[verse 3: lil kee$h]

as i watch the ginger procrastinate
i recall once again how he’d m-st-rbate
in front of all, prob’ly coming in his face
he’ll find g-y jake so begin the race
his fate will c-m, no wait i meant come
nothing he likes more than an orange g-y bum
super hot freckles, small brown speckles
chris comes to tickle at the sound of d-ld- whistle
anywho, back to my rhymes
this whole f-ggot thing is taking too much time
your -ss smells like onions, clean cream your bunions
the funyuns are one yen, broke fine here’s one funyun
anywho, back to my rhymes
this whole f-ggot thing is taking too much time
your -ss smells like onions, clean cream your bunions
the funyuns are one yen, broke fine here’s one funyun

[hook: booty squad]

we smoking crack (on the beach)
we getting booty (on the beach)
we looking cute (on the beach)
that’s what we doing (on the beach)
we want hot booty and we want it now
booty squad is on the beach and we ain’t messing around
we walking down the sh0r-s in our red hot thongs
and you know the hot babes love hearing our songs x2

[verse 4: crippa d]

crippa d with the gang scouting out some booty
see a fly chick and we start getting hooty
out on the sand in the hot, hot sun
booty hunting babe-watch, looking for some fun
look up and down from coast to coast
where are all the babes that we want the most?
my b-tt clenches hard as i see a fine -ss
i’m a valedictorian, best in my cl-ss
grease me up, my body is ready
i’ll never match monty but i wanna be pretty
booty comes from high and low
you never know when i might blow
r-dogg, monty, damon and f-ggot
the whole squad’s here and ready to wag it
we’re gonna hit the beach, we’re ready to party
gonna get more poon than the twin boys hardy

[verse 5: ymd]

i’m hot and on the ocean, so call me frank ocean
man i’m hotter than croatia, that’s that poetry in motion
i got some poultry from croatia, i put that poultry in motion
i’m hot and on the ocean, so call me frank ocean
i been stacking h-lla cheese like i ain’t been very gooda
man i’m so d-mn fly it’s like i’m strapped up to balloon-as
i’m a young -ss n-gga and i’m straight from the streets
man i’m eating breakfast cereal with seven different wheats
all these young rap n-ggas looking like they’ve had enough-a
take the booty to my room and (bust my buffers!)
b-tch it’s young matt damon and i’m sl!cker than arby’s
and all the young -ss n-ggas know i’m sl!ck at all the parties
salty and sweet, n-gga, looking like planters
you got a f-ckin’ problem, take it to my hr manager
philip k. sherman, he’s undoubtedly banan-ers
harken young matt damon my n-gga fly the banners

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