South Beach by King Ulysses Lyrics
VERSE 1 (Bosnian Prince)
Money on my mind
Got a South Beach mentality
Racks in my pocket
Boy I really feel the gravity
Whole world's mad at me
Suicide doors what a tragedy
Birds on my arms like
I fuckin practice falconry
Bitch hanging off the balcony
Eating all the molly
But she still counting calories
Models in my gallery
Fuckin for a salary
No I treat em nice
I'm a Prince got the gallantry
Sitting on top of my throne all on my own
I'm getting blown Talent I've shown
We staying stoned Stuffing a cone
Bitches sit down throw em a bone
Hearing a moan Get in my zone
High as my drone Don't hit my phone
Boss of my city call me Capone
This is my life South Beach my home
We're the new Big Three
Ain't shooting hoops but we're bringing all the Heat
Playing on the keys this is what I mean
Put me on the speakers
Hear the world say
(Sheesh!)
CHORUS
Hitting the club all night long
South Beach
Beautiful bitches in thongs
South Beach
Liquor be hitting real strong
South Beach
Living that Louis Vuitton
South Beach
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VERSE 2 (King Ulysses)
Ferrari Lambo McLaren
Matching the clothes that I'm wearing
Prada Gucci Dior
Got it all but I need more
(More!)
Need more money more status
Strip of luxury hotels just like a palace
Climbing to the top man that's a real challenge
Started from the bottom hard to keep balance
(What's next?)
Always been Easy to Flex
Knew I was next
Take nothing less
Only the best
I am a threat
Give me respect
Brain is obsessed
Bet!
Already know it's the King, whoa
Cardinal sin is the Greed so
I'm stacking up all this green dough
GTA no cheat code
CHORUS
Hitting the club all night long
South Beach
Beautiful bitches in thongs
South Beach
Liquor be hitting real strong
South Beach
Living that Louis Vuitton
South Beach
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VERSE 3 (Emi)
Used to ride the waves
Now I'm feeling real wavy
Cruising top down chillin with my baby
Mercedes for my lady
She got the G wagon booty, crazy
Ask me if I'll hit it, maybe
But she gotta put in that work
Better learn to twerk
Do a split, trained in the cirque
I don't give handouts I came from the dirttt
Don't leave bleach on my shirttt (Ye!)
She my Versace tamagotchi
Go to Benihana watching the Hibachi
Off the 'caine and she hops up on my body
Thinkin that she special but she just another thottie
CHORUS
Hitting the club all night long
South Beach
Beautiful bitches in thongs
South Beach
Liquor be hitting real strong
South Beach
Living that Louis Vuitton
South Beach
Money on my mind
Got a South Beach mentality
Racks in my pocket
Boy I really feel the gravity
Whole world's mad at me
Suicide doors what a tragedy
Birds on my arms like
I fuckin practice falconry
Bitch hanging off the balcony
Eating all the molly
But she still counting calories
Models in my gallery
Fuckin for a salary
No I treat em nice
I'm a Prince got the gallantry
Sitting on top of my throne all on my own
I'm getting blown Talent I've shown
We staying stoned Stuffing a cone
Bitches sit down throw em a bone
Hearing a moan Get in my zone
High as my drone Don't hit my phone
Boss of my city call me Capone
This is my life South Beach my home
We're the new Big Three
Ain't shooting hoops but we're bringing all the Heat
Playing on the keys this is what I mean
Put me on the speakers
Hear the world say
(Sheesh!)
CHORUS
Hitting the club all night long
South Beach
Beautiful bitches in thongs
South Beach
Liquor be hitting real strong
South Beach
Living that Louis Vuitton
South Beach
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VERSE 2 (King Ulysses)
Ferrari Lambo McLaren
Matching the clothes that I'm wearing
Prada Gucci Dior
Got it all but I need more
(More!)
Need more money more status
Strip of luxury hotels just like a palace
Climbing to the top man that's a real challenge
Started from the bottom hard to keep balance
(What's next?)
Always been Easy to Flex
Knew I was next
Take nothing less
Only the best
I am a threat
Give me respect
Brain is obsessed
Bet!
Already know it's the King, whoa
Cardinal sin is the Greed so
I'm stacking up all this green dough
GTA no cheat code
CHORUS
Hitting the club all night long
South Beach
Beautiful bitches in thongs
South Beach
Liquor be hitting real strong
South Beach
Living that Louis Vuitton
South Beach
-----
VERSE 3 (Emi)
Used to ride the waves
Now I'm feeling real wavy
Cruising top down chillin with my baby
Mercedes for my lady
She got the G wagon booty, crazy
Ask me if I'll hit it, maybe
But she gotta put in that work
Better learn to twerk
Do a split, trained in the cirque
I don't give handouts I came from the dirttt
Don't leave bleach on my shirttt (Ye!)
She my Versace tamagotchi
Go to Benihana watching the Hibachi
Off the 'caine and she hops up on my body
Thinkin that she special but she just another thottie
CHORUS
Hitting the club all night long
South Beach
Beautiful bitches in thongs
South Beach
Liquor be hitting real strong
South Beach
Living that Louis Vuitton
South Beach