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d. wayne - cabana (prod. polo) lyrics

cabana

(verse 1: dwayne)
35th on the corner street, harmont when the corners meet. hop out when that whip hot, we box out when that odor reek. stacking green we stacking green, money team i’m counting fees. switch over to the check boy, we sign the x and then count the trees. straight bands ray bans, keep the sun out my face man. i’m on top i don’t stop i put it down no basement. take them out no baseman, chase the money i’m racing. pacing time we paint the picture, the big picture no tracing. i stay on the low them diamonds all on that piece boy and it stay on the glow. i stay on the roll stay with the flow, these rappers they hate me i stay in control. she do not love me she here for the dough, blow all the money then count me some more. she down for the show she go where i go, special edition this ain’t in the store. no baby hold that back, turn around and then throw that back. i like it when you go like that, she light skin but she show that black. don’t front you cold at that, snap a pic no kodak yet. 1st take don’t run that back, rap like a strap i blow that cap

(chorus)
shawty wanna chill on the cabanas, fresher than bahamas. future so bright we putting all those things behind us. same city if you want me come and get me, i got homies in the cut you and your friends is coming with me. shawty wanna chill on the cabanas, fresher than bahamas. future so bright we putting all those things behind us. same city if you want me come and get me, i got homies in the cut you and your friends is coming with me. don’t forget me

(verse 2)
i’m on the cloud she know the sound, i peep the o’s she blow the cloud. straight karats i’m the golden child, i’m bout to pop and she hold me down. she do the thing, i stay balling she knew the game. lights dim on that warm night, she true with it don’t fool with it i’m losing it. she say boy you out your mind, them groupies hoes be eager but they still ain’t messing with mine. she so loyal man so loyal i get her right each time, she hanging onto my rhymes. she want gucci fendi and prada, man that’s three times the design. now go add it up stack it up, let it bounce then back it up. these girls belong on that camera roll, the way these hoes be acting up. i ain’t really into acting tough but i’ll hold the gat and then rack them up, she half foreign and half black she say i ain’t black but i’m black enough. she from the bottom she on top she do that thing she don’t stop, she knew the game like kurt cobain she throw it back and that bomb drop. oh lord that bomb drop i’m sauced up my rhyme hot, groupies hoes be sneaking though they creeping all in my blind spot.a

- d wayne lyrics

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