歌詞

Yeah, oh, ooh Oh, oh, oh Tropicana Baby, can I? I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!) When I come into the spot, they go bananas Head down to my shoes, drippin' like the juice See I'm livin' proof I got the juice, got the juice I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!) When I pull up, they can't touch me, I go hammer (woo!) Head down to my shoes, drippin' like the juice See I'm livin' proof I got the juice, got the juice Pour me up a four four Drop it down in lean ah See your body cocoa You turnin' in in that bikini (yeah!) Tappin' on that ass while I'm tappin' this tequila Naggin', actin' sister sister with your friend, you must be Tia, uh Every time I pull out, what I smoke look like a reader And every time I party like my nigga just got freed up We might not see the same, world look different through my Dita's These hoes is all the same, so I act different when I meet 'em Switchin' it up Suicide watch, wrist with the cuffs Watch how I bust, baby You been with the shits and don't bother to flush Sprayin' a dime Bad as the gang and you know we up to the sun King of the city (ooh) Out in LA and I feel like LeBron I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!) When I come into the spot, they go bananas Head down to my shoes, drippin' like the juice See I'm livin' proof I got the juice, got the juice I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!) When I pull up, they can't touch me, I go hammer (woo!) Head down to my shoes, drippin' like the juice See I'm livin' proof I got the juice, I got the juice Ooh, pull up with diamonds Billboard 20, yeah, 20 keep climbin' Ooh, played my shit, yeah Erry'body know Kid Ink got hits Ooh, Lambo' fast Racked up shawty with the digital dash Huh, drinkin' a Stella, huh Mason Margielas, say I'm a good fella Huh, baby, go stand it That pussy amazing, I got no limit I'm in it to win it 20 I'm off to Denace the Menace She made me breakfast Eggs and Grits wit a Tropicana I'm on her bottom Better angle for the camera Miss Tropicana, body taste like yoghurt Miss Tropicana, know that she do yoga Miss Tropicana, got stripes like she a Bengal Miss Tropicana, know all of the angles I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!) When I come into the spot, they go bananas Head down to my shoes, drippin' like the juice See I'm livin' proof I got the juice, got the juice I got, I got, I got tropicana (woo!) When I pull up, they can't touch me, I go hammer (woo!) Head down to my shoes, drippin' like the juice See I'm livin' proof I got the juice, got the juice
Writer(s): Jean Baptiste, Brian Todd Collins, Ishmael Sadiq Montague, Robert Davis, Nija Aisha Alayja Charles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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