Rae Sremmurd - Offshore lyrics

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Rae Sremmurd - Offshore lyrics

Ear Drummers Take, take his woman 'Cause I need her 'Cause the way I wear my tees and my drinks, ayy (Where do you wanna take me?) Little do they know I want one Got moles all over her knees (Maserati) Rollin' off you Rollin' off you, you overdosin' off my kiss And the joke is on you Joke is on you if you fall for that old n***a, hey! I took a trip offshore (ayy) Took the whip offshore (yeah) I took a chick offshore You should get out more (hey, hey) And you should get out more, you should get out more Baby, take a lil' tour (oh) When we hit that floor, all the money downpour That's what it's here for (that's what it's for) Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star Bunch of young n***as on a crash course (do it large, do it large) Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that store Yeah and take it too far (ayy) I'ma let you vibe all day I don't mind if you try it all day You know Thugger let you ride all day Yeah let you ride all day You can go get what you like all day It feels wrong but it's right, no, baby Perky got me lookin' at your body all day And it feels right, my baby, yeah Baby steps when you walk You got baby steps when you walk High heels on your feet when you walk High heels on your feet, baby Lambo, them legs ajar, yeah And a Maserati truck, the doors in the back ajar Let's get it on, baby Make your mouth get it, get it gone, yeah Like a motorcycle, get it on, baby Perform foreplay So in love, I can buy the b**h a ring every day Stop this rap sh**, turn to a mob any day Bossman, I could get homie dropped any day I'll slap the sh** out Donald Trump any day Brand new a**istant I like, any day Better get it right if you don't want gunplay I'ma do it right and fill up the driveway Bentley on the side and it's sittin' on LeBron James 911 Porsche got me takin' you on a date, ayy Pistol Pete mobbin', I'm bangin' it all day Baddest and the baddest and the baddest like all day I ran up the millions, I did it all my way Hundred dollar bills and I like 'em all straight Real talk, I'm a neat freak And lil' mama fold my clothes like a neat freak You say you doin' somethin', ya uncle reading right through your wrong Hoes can't talk when I talk where I'm from 32 pumps make 'em run, Forrest, run Monte Carlo, poppin' my collar Wrestle that ho like The Mothaf**in' Rock I say wrestle that ho like The Mothaf**in' Rock [?] it freeze up Eat the cake, got amazing cake These b**hes hatin', they throw rice by the case I'm ridin' down Memory Lane Catchin' feelings like I'm Walter Payton I just wanna [?] love this evenin' Christian Dior with the ski Bad b**h, yeah, make believe Barney Balmain on my jeans Bleedin' like a Tampax Pearl Mistake, let it rain on your world, ayy Your diamonds, yeah, they wet like the bottom of the shore, yeah Better stop playin', say you quick like sand, oh my God I took a trip offshore Took the whip offshore (yeah) I took a chick offshore You should get out more (hey, hey) And you should get out more, you should get out more Baby, take a lil' tour When we hit that floor, all the money downpour That's what it's here for Do it up so large, do it up so large, like a breakout star Bunch of young n***as on a crash course Going overboard, going overboard, we can hit that store Yeah and take it too far

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