Palm Juice - Part the Red Seas Lyrics

Bitch I went to your hood, and nobody knew you
Smoking a blunt so fat
I thought it was Joe dude
Bitch I went to your hood and nobody knew you
Horseshoe on the shirt
Its no voodoo
Got no face tats
That bitch got android, ain't no FaceTime
Clock on my belt
That's the waist time

Pass the shot glass, paper green like grass
Bitch I fly first class
Girl, throw that ass back (Ay)
You know I'm from Florida
That's 239 for ya (Ay)
I be puffin gas like that dude with the swastika
Might eat yo girl for dessert you know I'm making her squirt
Tell her, take off her shirt
In the Lambo I skrt... (Ki kidi ki!)
Skrt!

Gung gung ginga
Ging ging ginga gung
Gung ginga
Gung gung gung ginga
Gun-n-n-n-ng ginga
Gun-n-n-g ginga
Gun gun
Ga ga gung gung
Ginga, ga ga gun ginga
Ga ga gun ginga
Gan gun ginga
I give that bitch my pinga
M-m-my pinga
M-m-my pinga
Ou
Gun gun ginga
Gun gun ginga
Ah!

Movin' weight, weight
Movin' weight, weight
Makin' shake, shake
Makin' shake, shake
20 Ak's
Bitch it's payday
You too broke
Shoes got lay-way
I got hoes
Them bitches crazy
Im snitchin' bitch
Just call me TREYWAY
Pull my dick out
Gettin' lips now
Pull my dick out
Won't have kids now

Gung gung ginga
Ging ging ginga gung
Gung ginga
Gung gung gung ginga
Gun-n-n-n-ng ginga
Gun-n-n-g ginga
Gun gun
Ga ga gung gung
Ginga, ga ga gun ginga
Ga ga gun ginga
Gan gun ginga
I give that bitch my pinga
M-m-my pinga
M-m-my pinga
Ou
Gun gun ginga
Gun gun ginga
Ah!