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These public pool, ******es |
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Ain’t really mermaids |
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Private beach |
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Malibu, ******! |
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Weave up in the shade |
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How do you, follow figure? |
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Yeah, you that other wave |
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She party pretty |
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She party plenty |
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It’s like everyday |
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I commence |
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You to picture |
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It’s a fantasea |
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You another |
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Picture licker |
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Off that tank of red |
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Okay, celebrate, let’s celebrate |
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That aquababe, sashé |
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Boulevard, |
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Runway ******es, witness ******es |
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They’ve been afraid |
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These ******’s ******es be ******es |
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They smelling the fish’s eggs |
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She sell it bigger and bigger |
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Difference gave it all away |
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Seashells on my two ta-tas |
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See she got it up on display |
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Hooray! [Verse 2] |
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We knockin’ |
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Got it poppin’ like a parade |
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Your opinion is just a option |
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****** what you say? |
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I’m looking like, |
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I look like |
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******s look away |
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Is it a problem? |
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Clap ‘em, clock ‘em, blam ‘em |
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Every chopper spray |
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The ball like |
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Madden The trunk clunkin’ everyday |
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I see you don’t want that |
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Rusty, rowdy type, ok? |
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Okay, okay, huh? (Okay, okay, huh?) (Okay, okay, huh?) (Huh? Huh? Huh?) [Verse 3] |
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Cinnamon, gentlemen |
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What that connate? |
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I be killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em |
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Like murder everyday |
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When does it get |
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The ABs on display? |
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I hit you, spit you |
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Lift you, dip you |
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Get up out the way |
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The ******s is s****** |
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My ******es is stank |
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All these chickens |
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Out for dollars |
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All they get is the franks |
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The linens is blank |
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The mendle is paint |
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He gon put that snorkel on |
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We gon dip in the tank |
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I focused |
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I floated out the bluest ocean |
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This smash on your set, honey? |
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Get this *******t in motion |
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******es is sick |
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These ******es be opposing |
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******es see me |
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Yes, these ******es be all open |
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You don’t want it |
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No you don’t really want it |
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I’m drownin’ all on my haters |
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And surfin’ the moment (Swimming in all these people) (******, surfin’ homies) (Swimming in all these people) (******, surfin’ homies) [Verse 4] |
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The chitter-chatter |
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Don’t really matter |
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You silly rabbit |
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That could get’cha |
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G-get’cha get’cha |
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Your carrot, sweat it |
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All linens, fabrics |
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I’m diving backwards |
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And livin’ ravish |
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Aqua fancy |
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She get the fly *******t |
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Then dip it back in |
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Ha, ha |