Arezki Bouriche - Costa Rica Trips

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[Chorus] Caught in 4K, never fold Yeah, I put that on my wooden tray I smoke doobie and I pour eight On the internet, like, “Baby, is you into that?” The only way I’ll share a bed I don’t wanna talk, talk Shawty tryna fuck on me, but I don’t wanna ball, ball Kobe, R.I.P. to all my peers, but I won’t fall, fall And now she tryna call, call I don’t wanna call no more [Bridge] Breathe in fresh air My heart repair We in too deep Never going back there [Verse] Costa Rica trips on my way to France I’m just tryna dance with this—this bad lil’ bitch Freaky bad lil’ bitch, she like to go both ways She suck dick and play around with clit Nice to meet ya, money come in, mula No Donkey Kong, ho, I’m not stupid I’m—I’m wondering what she want from me I’m not offering nothing but walks on beats Tryna spit some heat, off the top I breathe Slayin’ these dragons and rins repeat Drag ’em down on the floor Two pills on the floor, uh [Chorus] Caught in 4K, never fold Yeah, I put that on my wooden tray I smoke doobie and I pour eight On the internet, like, “Baby, is you into that?” The only way I’ll share a bed I don’t wanna talk, talk Shawty tryna fuck on me, but I don’t wanna ball, ball Kobe, R.I.P. to all my peers, but I won’t fall, fall And now she tryna call, call I don’t wanna call no more
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