Air fried it right with that broccolini

Sapasui banquet, and the palusami extra creamy (Shit)

Yeah, I'm an island boy, South Pacific stepper, steezy (Bunga)

Even when life hard, I make it look easy (Shh, ゆっくり楽しもう)

Open up the sliding doors, and then she greet me (Uh-huh)

With some fresh water and it's straight from Fiji (Fresh)

Yeah, you wouldn't believe me (Nah)

You wouldn't believe me

Took her out for sake, then we had sashimi (What else?)

She count her cals, so I make sure that we be eating cleanly (Healthy)

Sat her on the table, her eyes wouldn't leave me (Mm)

Can't go into too much detail, gotta keep it clean, G (Oof)

Huh, she wanna get freaky (Güey)

Yeah, she wanna get freaky

On my fly Samoan shit like my name Rikishi

Hold her legs in the air like my name Rafiki (Oof)

I make it look easy

Yeah, I make it look—

Young bungas with them colors on, I'm not talking dashikis (Caesar)

Went from bourbon RTDs, now it's five-star martinis (That shit, ah)

Youngins wanna be me

On the flip side, these busters wanna beef me (Pussy)

I make it look easy

Yeah, I make it look—

Yeah, you wouldn't believe me

You wouldn't believe me (Uh-huh)

You wouldn't believe me (Haha)

You wouldn't believe me

You should know by now, but I'll say it again

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