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BIMMER (feat. Frank Ocean) [Snippet]

Um, I said, the party isn't over

We can still dance, but I don't have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with meThe party isn't over, we can still dance girl

But I don't have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with a nigga

Like me, yeah, like meUm, I said, the party isn't over

We can still dance, but I don't have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with meThe party isn't over, we can still dance girl

But I don't have no rhythm

So fucking take a chance with a nigga

Like me, yeah, like meYeah, um

All I needed was a stick, grab the marshmallows

Mother fuckers getting lynched and burned

I earned it, my flog gnaw badge is looking good

On this brand new jacket

The donuts on the flag waving over the cabin

Now grab them graham crackers and pass them over here

Hurry, quickly I need a piece of Hersheys

Darker than the corners of the bushes we be lurking

I centered the mellow over the graham

Heated it too long now it's melting over my hand

Fuck it, I'll bite it, I burnt it, but I liked it

Camping with my niggas, its so fucking excitingWe're making smores by the campfire

Camp flog gnaw, golf wang summerSat by the fire, do witness gentle

Transformation cease to be mindless

Create your sweetnessYou remind me of my Bimmer

A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater

You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up

But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

You remind me of my Bimmer

See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up

And your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em

But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

So let me start it up and smashPop some tame impala, your man got a lame impala

And I'm sharing slurpees and you ain't even begin to swallow

You're fucking nuts, green top we coupled up

Run my fingers through em as you wax and buff my muffler

Cause I fingered you, you think the fucking ring is coming up?

Maybe, I don't know, I think you're chill

Riding on my pegs, and my back against your legs

And a seat belt is needed if I get between 'em, yeahYou remind me of my Bimmer

A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater

You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up

But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

You remind me of my Bimmer

See your ignition, baby girl I'm trying to key up

And your head lights are off I'm trying to see 'em

But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

So let me start it up and smashMmmm, it'll get dark outside soon (ride for it)

Where the streetlights sing (ride for it)

(Ride for it)

You ain't gotta lie to kick it girl its cool

We moving slowYou remind me of my Bimmer

A lot of trunk space, the perfect two seater

You got a lot of drive I'm trying to keep up

But it's not a lot of miles on ya meter

You remind me of my Bimmer, smash

You remind me of my Bimmer

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