BEACH BALL (feat. BIA)

Busta Rhymes

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    Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (sho')
    Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be rick ross

    Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
    Bitch ride a boat like it's a seesaw
    Check-in bags and your pussy-girl 'fore you depart (ho)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
    Dolce & gabanna, spoil him and [?]
    Bitch put a cop down, why you keep coughing?
    Put her in the ocean but she suck at beach ball
    Hoes moving up and down, seasaw
    Give me backshots, now it's back to DR
    Fly you out to p. R., can't put you in no dior
    Look into my eyes, you could tell I'm [?], boy
    Poppin' wheelies on that dick, he thinkin' I'm from [?]
    We should've been friends but I know you wanna be more
    Touch my first m, niggas know I gotta see more
    [?] My ends and you know I had to detour
    Flew in first class just to sit up by the seashore (sheesh)
    You can't fuck me in no g4

    Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (buss)
    Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be rick ross (bia, bia)

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    Look, see, I inflated the plot
    Ever since the day of crack sales I upgraded the block, nigga
    Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
    Louis and that Gucci make her bug and [?] off
    And drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin'
    Waterfallin', suckin' on these beach balls
    And all these bitches walkin' round me talkin' 'bout, I miss you
    Never kiss 'em but I always hit 'em back to DR
    Shawty, yes, I see ya, who the fuck you thinkin' we are?
    Think you 'bout to come up? See, them thoughts, you better ignore
    Fuck you think you're foolin' tryna come off like a sweetheart?
    Think we more than homies? Motherfuck
    Fuck these records up in ways you've never seen it before
    Bustin' everybody ass on records when I record 'em
    Light shinin', nigga, lookin' at me like it's [?]
    A-ha, [?]

    Cartier frames with the Gucci flip flops (sho')
    Blowin' money fast, man, I'ma be rick ross (ross)

    Uh, tell these hoes to kick rocks
    Bitch ride a boat like it's a seesaw
    Check-in bags and your pussy-girl 'fore you depart (ho)
    Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah
    Louis and that Gucci make her bug and [?] off
    And drag me to a dressing room and give me top until she coughin'
    Waterfallin', suckin' on these beach balls
    And all these bitches walkin' round me talkin' 'bout, I miss you
    Give me backshots, now it's back to DR

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