Gary P the King of Smooth - Sand on the Yacht

Need that 808
Pussy wide awake
Shoot my shot at baby watch me fade away
Call my side bitches
They could never hate
Bonafide bitches
They aint never fake
(HUH HUH)

Bust down baby
Baby bust down
We was inner city babies baby
But we up
Now the whole damn city looking dumb found
Got the whole city going dumb

Too many riches round here i could never hate
Too many bitches round here and you still you cant penetrate
I pour that henny in the cup
(Pour that Henry in the cup)
Roll up sticky in the cut
And ya bitch cant hit my blunt

She a thot
Fuck her on the spot
8 o'clock
Then i pass her to my block
And its hot
Like these bands
Get ya hands off my watch
These bitches got too much sand on the yacht

Cant have her just standing
Just standing on the yacht
I shoot up the industry then we skirting off the block
Im diggin its hurtin
She like baby dont stop
Trippin i aint swerving swervin
I got this shit locked
BITCH

Written by:
Gary Precilla

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