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[YUNG BERG - MIA REY - JORDAN HOLLYWOOD]


"The Sandlot"
[feat. Jordan Hollywood & Naledge]


Come kick it with a virgo
Come kick it with a virgo

[Intro:]
Red on the Beat
Hit maker
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Hey
Lay out, a nigga got everything you want in this world you know
Keep that bitch with him check, racks on deck check
Niggas ask me what I want for my birthday man

[Verse 1:]
Will I die bury me up in the studio
When I die bury me up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a hit with your girl
All I want for my birthday is a hit with your girl
My nigga bought a bitch, he bought a bitch for me
Song writing shorty I get rico love money
Benz on benz need the plug money
All these carats on my neck competes with Bugs Bunny
Looking at these hoes who I'm gonna fuck tonight
Drop the C4 in your dick like dynamite
Porsche panamara and it shine away
Kill you on your own song, you can die tonight
Just met a new singer in an 80 yale
Shawty got a ass on em, my lil K Michelle
Put the rum and my homies I ain't met the twail
You hoes ain't gonna have me on no paper trail

[Verse 2:]
Chrome magazine in my kool aid
I fuck your girl on my cool crates
And my crib is so big
I'm a need about 10 roommates
Fuck about better use my shoe lace
These hoes ask me about school days
I still your bitch like a boot leg
'Cause I'm packin' no suitcase
I fuck her in the aquarium
She walk around and sing my lyrics
I'm a private jet and you space
Got a gun on my shoulder like a parrot
I'm rolling up my swishers
I'm a riding on my mansion
I'm a white boy I ride boy
But Berg you still my new
I spit flames, this beat is lighter fluid
They told me that I'm crazy
For making this type of music
Them strippers looking at me
Like I'm that type of person
But I be throwing money
Catch it like Michael Ervin

[Verse 3:]
Tear that out suburban looking like the plain close
Me and bears players fuck the same hoes
Me and bulls players got the same bitches
Only difference is I don't gotta spend no riches
Riding round that east side, poppin' dopes is knee high
Call me a bum I got paper like I'm with street wise
5 wings fry hard with the knee high
Bumpin those scrubs with a bitch that look like T Bye
Bands will make her dance, tongue will make her come
Put my dick inside bet that bitch is gonna run
Matthew 14 on the A sweet
All I want for my birthday is a couple freaks

Come kick it with a virgo
Come kick it with a virgo
Come kick it with a virgo

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