Famou$ Lawrence – Beachhouse Lyrics

Beachhouse – Famou$ Lawrence Lyrics

Intro

If you ain’t in the game

Stay on the sideline

And watch the playas play

Chorus

Mack Daddy trapping at the beach

At a beach bar with three four five sexy freaks

And a lame ass niggas wanna call and tell my baby mama

He seen me at Chance the Rappers concert

Wit a bitch that like bitches, sending videos and pictures

Left her husband at home in a hotel lick’n

Snapchat me that pussy, credit card Rolls Royce keys

Trick’n on the dick, she rode my wave you sea sick

Verse

San Diego Bay on a yacht, brought Jenny from the block

Harlem shake’n in pussy till her bra strap popped

Presidential bust down, pulling on her G-spot

Boy i’ve been the man since tetherball on the black top

Cruising in my droptop, bitches wanna smoke wit me

Charismatic Mack Daddy yo girl coming home wit me

Smoking in the parking lot, pussy pop’n in parking spots

Body high left her should floating like a astronaut

Two bad bitches and we got that drank

Beat the pussy purple girl it started off pink

Three bad bitches and we got that drank

Triangle offense going hard in the paint

Chorus

Mack Daddy trapping at the beach

At a beach bar with three four five sexy freaks

And a lame ass niggas wanna call and tell my baby mama

He seen me at Chance the Rappers concert

Wit a bitch that like bitches, sending videos and pictures

Left her husband at home in a hotel lick’n

Snapchat me that pussy, credit card Rolls Royce keys

Trick’n on the dick, she rode my wave you sea sick

Verse

Uh

I give her proper instruction, She give me proper production

Diamonds on me and they bust’n

Uh

She run them bands no discussion always smiling and blush’n

Diamonds on me and they bust’n

Got The Game from my daddy

Soon as i could walk and talk little nigga

It’s in me not on me little nigga

Diamonds on my body and they hit’n

I put plans on her not hands on her

Ten toes down and i stand on it

Oversea in fatigues

Navy SEAL i Rambo’d it

Beach bars are my trap house

Hand to hand and i cash out

Shawty wanna score wit a playa

Drop back and she run a route

Coast to Coast ain't enough motion

G5 and Rolls Royce’n

Break the globe for the bag

And take my daughter shopping pop’n tags

At the Louie store playing tag

Kyrie no look pass

Curtsied with the Mavs, Mavs Mavs

My playa partner was born to ball

I kill the stage and they tear it off

My playa partner was born to ball

I kill the scene and they film it all