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pina colada - faded breezie lyrics

[intro – phranchize]
that pina colada
hey
that pina colada
now she’s sipping on my pina colada
hey woah
she’s sipping on that pina colada
that pina colada (hey!)
now she’s drinking all my pina colada
hey
that pina colada

[chorus – phranchize]
now she’s sippin on my pina colada (pina colada)
got your b-tch drinking that pina colada (pina colada yeah)
now she’s drippin all that pina colada (yeah, yeah, yeah)
got her sipping on my pina colada

[verse 1 – phranchize]
italian my threads like a mobsta (hey)
jamaican my eyes like a rasta
packin that heat for the drama
but i’m tryna see you tomorrow
what country you from girl?
yeah, cuz me speak, no habla
thinkin bout taking you down
you finna wake up a monster yeah
you look like the one, yeah
i’m tryna have fun, yeah
backwoods for my lungs
piña colada, the color you c-m, yeah
big 40 kick back yeah i love how that sh-t blow, yeah
still get the pack for the cheap that’s how that sh-t go, yeah yeah yeah
now she’s sippin on my piña colada
on the island with my zoes and mis panas
now she’s sippin on my piña colada
on the island with my zoes and mis panas

[verse 2 – breezie]
i could tell that you was spanish (hey)
by the way i seen you walk (ay!)
so i knew that you would like me (ay!)
by the way i be and talk (ay!)
i said “mami que lo que?” (que lo que?!)
“where you going? where you from?” (pa donde te anda?)
dije “súbete al carro” (vamanos!)
and she hopped up in my car yeah
now we hittin that beach club
and she order mimosas (woo!)
i say nah, cancel that, take a little of piña, little of coca (pina colada yeah)
a splash of that romo she got cream on her boca
a little borracha, wet as a foca (woo!)
i be so focused all on that moco (hey, hey, hey green!)
hit the hotel room (cabaña!)
it looks like a party in here (fiesta!)
she go to hit up the cama (que?)
but there’s a shawty in there (mirala, mirala!)
i say “yo, f-ck it, singamos?” (vamanos!)
she sayin “papi te amo”
i tell her “yo baby, chilea” (chill)
we hittin them 3’s right after we lay up (threes)
tellin me she never did this (woo!)

[verse 3 – wayne chapo]
she smell like dolce gabana, she taste like pina colada
we bout to hit the bahamas
she got that -ss from her mama
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
she like that gold on her bottle
she love it when i drive it fast, she tell me “do it full-throttle”
mmmm…
i told lil mama put that thang on me
mmmm…
sh-t i might just make it rain on it
oh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
she love it when i sang on it
i can’t put a rang on it yet
but tat my name on it
she wanna f-ck with a n-gga because you lame and you stingy
i stay with all of these benji’s you outside picking up pennies
hey i got you chick sippin out this double-cup yeah
is she f-ckin’?
what’s your number?
then you outta there yeah
now she’s

[chorus – phranchize]
sippin on my pina colada (pina colada)
got your b-tch drinking that pina colada (pina colada yeah)
now she’s drippin all that pina colada (yeah, yeah, yeah)
got her sipping on my pina colada

- faded breezie lyrics

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