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phantom swami - baybay lyrics

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[intro: 0versou1]
life is a beach, we take every step
and we go farther and farther and farther
don’t get coasted or comfortable
live it
[verse 1: phantom swami & 0versou1]
island shawty fresh she be like fiji, hazel eyes so bright they be gleaming when she see me
dark long hair she’s a goddess aphrodite
you’re so beautiful surprised your fine ass ain’t on tv ,yeah
america’s top model you should be televised
girl you’rе air jordan d+mn your so fly
interior designed by god you’rе too fine
on gollum girl my precious and i can’t believe your mine yeah

[verse 2: phantom swami]
shaped like korra bend over lets get groovy
tonight i’d rather s+x then chill play a netflix movie
so perplexing got me mystified gang scooby
ducking cameras chasing tail feel just like louie
keep in mind its only you boo exclusively
this feeling that you’ve broughts so very new to me, huh!!
white t on girl you just don’t know what you do to me
i’m done playing games girl can’t you see it yeah
player on the track gotta run it back
fine esposa by my side that ain’t feeling wack
no cookies and cream gal put me on that good juice goya
theres nothing in the world that i wouldn’t do for ya
in the whip cruising down miami with my boo tonight we’ll make that bed rock yabadabado!
i’ll wine and dine you when you dance you move them hips
all i ask is coco b+tter kisses from your lips
from your mouth but i might just slide down to your thighs
call you mary jane cause i’m feeling too high
when i’m with you girl don’t wanna say goodbye
looking forward to our wedding day in my suit and tie
taking trips to cuba then we jet over to maui
maybe make a stop in china so we eat some teriyaki
then head to my room, skip the do re now you’re on mi
monkey style not named bubbles you ain’t gotta blow me
just kidding girl that’s looney sh+t, you’re my treasure girl
on goonie sh+t, the idea you’re with me seems a little ludicrous
but you’re my angel baby i don’t need a crucifix
too many b+tches against their men stay plotting and scheming
holy water take the makeup off find out she a demon
but we bonnie and clyde we out here tag team winning
olive to my popeye, lets smoke up this spinach
next lets take a trip with ya girlfriends and my whole crew
threesome with ya white girl thump her call it rabbit stew
board a cruise line over now we’re up at south beach throw ya bikini to the bottom then i hit them sandy cheeks
she living for the thrill of it you know how we do
pour up a glass need no chaser she’s my malibu
she ain’t basic in her heart she don’t want no gucci shoes
she loves memories we make in a vacay photobooth
you’re the only girl i fell for like a copper had me cuffed
cause ya ass is twice her size it’s a snack double stuffed
just kidding your my key got it locked heart and soul
left ganja in the whip so come on lets double roll
out+ and we out here, we out
we out here, we out, and we out here for real
baybay aye!



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