Bahamas

(Ya, ya, ya, yaa)
(Ya, ya, ya, ya)
(Ya, ya, ya, yaa, ohh)

I can't wait 'till I become a fucken stunner, ya
Lazy weekend might just be in the Bahamas, ya, ey
I pray to God
That when I shoot I never miss my shot, oh
I can't wait 'till I become a fucken stunner, ya
Lazy weekend might just be in the Bahamas, ya, ey
I pray to God
That when I shoot I never miss my shot, oh

We mining we looking for gold
If not we cookin' up doe
I don't care what you've been told
You need the money for sure
All'a the shit you ain't know
Stock up and make sure it's sold
I feel like I'm reaching my glow
But all of a sudden it's cold
If something in my way I just cut it
Can't wait to get to the summit
You started now but I'm done
This is my court and I run it
As I pull up with the cheese
She gone show mc'lovin
Shawty craving mcdees
Might just give her mc'fucking

On my way to the Bahamas
It all depends on numbers
Might just go bananas
I'm sorry
Everybody in this bitch with their mama
Call me daddy but I might just be her father
On my way to the Bahamas
It all depends on numbers
Might just go bananas
I'm sorry
Everybody in this bitch with their mama
Call me daddy but I might just be her father

I can't wait 'till I become a fucken stunner, ya
Lazy weekend might just be in the Bahamas, ya, ey
I pray to God
That when I shoot I never miss my shot, oh
I can't wait 'till I become a fucken stunner, ya
Lazy weekend might just be in the Bahamas, ya, ey
I pray to God
That when I shoot I never miss my shot, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Prince Trotter
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