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lirik lagu dominican beaches – estee nack & mike shabb

[intro: estee nack & sam buck]
yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what i’m sayin’?
yeah, you know what i’m sayin’?
but some of ‘em be wearin’ the ti— really tight skirt
oh, okay
they’re not wearin’ pants, ‘cause that calls attention, but ya know a tight lil skirt
i feel like pants and skirts are the same thi—
like, i’ma have the same thought in a skirt
especially when that sh*t go “do doom da doom”
especially when it’s that “ooh wah wah”
you think they’re allowed to get like bbl’s and sh*t?
hahahaha (yeah, whoa)
shorties puttin’ on the shea cocoa lotion while they’re listenin’ to this sh*t right here, you know what i’m sayin’?
feelin’ real smooth and creamy, you naw’mean?

oh yeah, [?], yeah
shine! (listen)
ayo

[verse: estee nack]
cinderella got a glass slipper (bling, bling, bling, bling)
[?]… get sick of shorty, fast sister
[?]… ‘cause he a ass kisser (p*ssy ass n****)
blast missile launcher, cannonball cash catcher
splash, picture flexin’ and shinin’ (shine!)
automatic weapons in our hands, cocaine grams* supply and demand
shabba jam, we off the wall like spider man (flah)
f*ck a robbin’ plan, (uh huh) put it together like macgyver can
but [?] bible study crowd [?] idle hands (splash)
rifle go blam, now the stupid n*****, they understand (get it?)
couldn’t block the light comin’ off of the son of man
rather you gettin’ cooked like honey yams (k!ll you)
pardon self, you gettin’ cooked like a hundred grand (you’ll die!)
get cooked like tax evasion n***** from years after duckin’ from uncle sam (d*mn)
n***** be gettin’ inspiration from my ‘gram (nack)
my daily life what you n***** do with your summer plans, son, for real (whoaa, yeah)
f*ck around and get k!lled, son (yeahh)
you naw’mean? we do this sh*t for life, my g
this the mothaf*ckin’ bread and b*tter, watch how it smother
you know what i’m sayin’?
duckin’ from the jakes and the undercover, my g
might be smashin’ your moms or your baby mother, oh yeah, son
but i’m still your brother, word is bond
uh, it was me that gave her the bread for the salon, we got it on, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
[outro: estee nack & sam buck]
the baptists? it’s like you do whatever the f*ck you want
you don’t even gotta f*ck with a bible, you know what i’m sayin’?
if you baptist? just, grace. that’s it
jesus christ died for your sins, do whatever the f*ck you want and… say sorry
that sounds like a good time to me

- estee nack mike shabb

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