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SwaggyLou - Tropicana Lyrics



SwaggyLou - Tropicana Lyrics




Tropicana
Look at your shawty she sipping Fanta
Bae rockin' that dolce up in cabanas
Take a lil flight to north Atlanta
I copped her a foreign she call me Santa
I don't got time for all the hate
You know that my light gon out shine your shade
I look to the stars inside the wraith
I feel like I'm drifting in outer space
I'm drippin' like sweat comin' down your face
I require a women with expensive taste
I am so fly that I levitate

I speak to the lord when I pray for grace
Askin for the strength to change my ways
Inside of my heart I feel like I'm chosen
Inside of my heart I feel like I'm frozen

She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice

Shawty so fine fine
I sit back and relax while she feed me grapes
Watch how I finesse the bitch into wine
She love it when I say to sit on my face
Imagine shawty strippin' out of her fashion
I can't imagine
So I made that shit happen
She wanna f*ck with me cuz i ain't average
I wanna f*ck with her cuz she ain't plastic
I f*ck with her cuz she in love with that bag bag
And with my package
Damn in them sheets shawty workin that magic
Acrobat in the mattress
Ou ou and she an actress
Ou ou and she an actress
Ou ou and she a bad bitch
She's Miss independent
Blow a check cuz she get it
Never mad when she spend it
She hop out Passenger side of the Bentley
Look at her drip shawty covered in Fenty she don't like niggas who's pockets is empty
I told lil mama not to worry bout that
All of this cash got my wallet so fat
Blowin' a stack cuz I get it right back
Back to the back of the back of the pack

She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice

Ayyy (Yuh yuh)
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Tropicana
Look at your shawty she sipping Fanta
Bae rockin' that dolce up in cabanas
Take a lil flight to north Atlanta
I copped her a foreign she call me Santa
I don't got time for all the hate
You know that my light gon out shine your shade
I look to the stars inside the wraith
I feel like I'm drifting in outer space
I'm drippin' like sweat comin' down your face
I require a women with expensive taste
I am so fly that I levitate

I speak to the lord when I pray for grace
Askin for the strength to change my ways
Inside of my heart I feel like I'm chosen
Inside of my heart I feel like I'm frozen

She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice

Shawty so fine fine
I sit back and relax while she feed me grapes
Watch how I finesse the bitch into wine
She love it when I say to sit on my face
Imagine shawty strippin' out of her fashion
I can't imagine
So I made that shit happen
She wanna f*ck with me cuz i ain't average
I wanna f*ck with her cuz she ain't plastic
I f*ck with her cuz she in love with that bag bag
And with my package
Damn in them sheets shawty workin that magic
Acrobat in the mattress
Ou ou and she an actress
Ou ou and she an actress
Ou ou and she a bad bitch
She's Miss independent
Blow a check cuz she get it
Never mad when she spend it
She hop out Passenger side of the Bentley
Look at her drip shawty covered in Fenty she don't like niggas who's pockets is empty
I told lil mama not to worry bout that
All of this cash got my wallet so fat
Blowin' a stack cuz I get it right back
Back to the back of the back of the pack

She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice
She got the juice (Yeah, uh)
She got the juice juice juice juice

Ayyy (Yuh yuh)
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Writer: Luis Mendez
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Written by: Luis Mendez

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