Letras
(Amplifier)
October London, DJ Drama, Snoop
(Gangsta Grillz)
Travellin' coast to coast
I've seen a lot of pretty women
But you were the G.O.A.T (you're the G.O.A.T)
Grab a bathing-suit, and flew for the toast (flew)
Body colder than February, need a hat and a coat (had no coat)
So refreshin', like it came from the fridge
Make me wanna pop your top off and take me a sip (no, no, no)
Turn that around, but don't move too fast
I take a stray with no chase, all I need is a glass (yes sir)
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze (lime a squeeze)
Palm trees, sittin' by the beach (by the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (ah-ah)
Recline it 45 degrees (oh-oh)
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze (lime a squeeze)
Palm trees, sittin' by the beach (by the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (oh-oh)
Reclinin' 45 degrees (oh-oh, yeah)
Beachfront, with your hand in the wind
Apple Music in rotation, playin' all of the jams (phonemic)
Touchin' on your beautiful skin (oh, you're sun-kissed)
Everythin' about you is a thing
Long hair with the light-brown eyes
That fashion Nova lookin' good on them thick, thick thighs
Take your time, and turn around for me (oh-wee)
Let me give that lime a squeeze
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze (lime a squeeze)
Palm trees, sittin' by the beach (by the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (ah-ah)
Recline it 45 degrees (oh-oh)
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze (lime a squeeze)
Palm trees, sittin' by the beach (by the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (oh-oh)
Reclinin' 45 degrees (oh-oh, yeah)
A gang of pretty women and they all in the soaker
I'm feelin' like I felt in that Corona commercial
Play your shit, layin' back, enjoyin' the breeze
Fix me a drink, grab the lime a squeeze
I'm just that nigga she has been tryin' to please
So we hopped in my car, let me find my keys
Started up and drove down the block
Next thing you know, she was on top, roof missin'
The coupe drippin', all wight Lennon, suit pimpin'
While I'm throwin' up deuce, Crispin'
'Fore you're trippin', I'm the same OG, no trickin'
No cupcakin' and no sippin'
I'm chillin' with baby, she's way badder than most women
I like her friend, she don't mind, so go get her
Pretty face with an ass that I couldn't believe
The wind blowin' through her long-ass weave
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze (lime a squeeze)
Palm trees, sittin' by the beach (by the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (ah-ah)
Recline it 45 degrees (oh-oh)
I'm tryna give your lime a squeeze (lime a squeeze)
Palm trees, sittin' by the beach (by the beach)
Dime piece on the side of me (oh-oh)
Reclinin' 45 degrees (oh-oh, yeah)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Dedicated to all my brown sugar babies around the world
Oh, yeah, I see you, you still got it, baby
You know I'm knockin' with these hands, right?
Let me make you a drink
I'm your DJ and your bartender, Mr. Thanksgiving