Yacht Rock (Side A) (feat. Action Bronson, Roc Marciano & Oh No) کے بول

Tad, slow down man! You gon' fuckin' crash the boat! I don't give a fuck, it's my dad's boat I don't give a shit You such an asshole Start the engine, shift the throttle Open up the cooler, grab a bud By the neck of the bottle I'm shirtless, we going marlin fishin' Trying to capture all the creatures charles darwin envisioned Dive off the back, choke a shark The shoes are made from noah's ark And plus the weed smell just like a jewish fart Got this long, white dick to rip your boo apart Kick a hole right through the van gogh, ruin art I see a sandbar, drop the anchor Who really give a fuck about this boat my dad's a banker Got some asian sex slaves in the weight room Coke inside the sanka The all-white wind breakers It's me And down the board There seems to be other bedrooms There are two twin rooms Such as this one It's a lifestyle Yeah, you got it, you got it! Reel it in! You got it! Call your bluff, ford tough The waters is rough The storm rock the boat I hope it's strong enough Steer the vessel, successful Wet suit, wheel in the whale, tear the head loose Waterproof boots, toss a couple slaves in a hairdo Stare at the waves from the aerial view Prepare the animal It's written in the manual The flannel is blue, I'm a sailor Lord & taylor, import the fish from Venezuela Predict the weather Egyptian knits, sweaters, carreras Sea dwellers, sweet relish These are the treasures I was pleased when my penis was measured It was leverage A rich beverage, twist the hedges I fished in the crisp chris webbers Marc, nigga Yacht rock Christopher cross shit, boss shit And if you think you can control the sea Like a 747, I'm afraid for you The sea is a wondrous, mysterious, dangerous lady She'll make you rich Or feed you to the fishes Uh, you headed for some rocky turbulence So, follow the flow and however the current is The imperfectness, a perfect storm, the weather My service is a serpent born, sitting impervious Look, none shall pass the great wave I'll crack your lame boat like crab legs All because some damn rain Pfft, I'll hit the charts like a hurricane Ya'll decks ain't, never prepared They in a nervous state I hope y'all got a grip Your ship's hit a little glacier tip I'm on your cb talkin' shit