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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dayna Bucolo
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dayna Bucolo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dayna Bucolo
Producer
गाने
Dior bikini skin so tan, took his watch right off his hand
White rum dripping down my man, said he'd love me, bitch, goddamn
Bent me over, kissed my spine, told me I taste just like wine
Said stay forever, be all mine, I took his keys and changed my mind
So much fun in the sun, drinks in the sand, took your man, won't give him back
Prada on me, Dior on my ass, made him beg, then hit the gas
Broke his heart, left him wrecked, lost his cash, what's up next
One more round, one more check, took his yacht, left a mess
Blumarine silk on my hips, poured tequila on my lips
Wrapped around my finger tight as a grip, now he keeps crying, talking bout kids
Palm trees swaying with my thighs, my song playing while he sighs
Told me, baby, don't tell lies, I just laughed and closed my eyes
So much fun in the sun, drinks in the sand, took your man, won't give him back
Prada on me, Dior on my ass, made him beg, then hit the gas
Broke his heart, left him wrecked, lost his cash, what's up next
One more round, one more check, took his yacht, left a mess
Tropical sins, gold on my chest, made him weak, now he's obsessed
Boys like you don't pass the test, bitch, I only take the best
So much fun in the sun, drinks in the sand, took your man, won't give him back
Prada on me, Dior on my ass, made him beg, then hit the gas
Broke his heart, left him wrecked, lost his cash, what's up next
One more round, one more check, took his yacht, left a mess
White rum, blacked out, sex on the sand, told him, baby, I don't give a damn
White rum, blacked out, lost in the heat, pray for his wallet, rest in peace
Written by: Dayna Bucolo

