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Beach Ass Industry lyrics

Performer Plug Not A Rapper

Beach Ass Industry song lyrics by Plug Not A Rapper official

Beach Ass Industry is a song in English

Plug, not a rapper. Somebody loves you, Baby
Woah, woah, woah. Ocean view. Somebody Loves you, baby
Bitch-ass industry. Woah, woah, woah
Bitch-ass industry. Sittin' out here with all The bots
Pricey. INDY 5000. Truthfully. I don't need No label to sign me
I don't even need them to sign me. Ocean View
Bitch-ass industry. Somebody loves you, Baby
Somebody loves you, baby. Somebody loves You, baby

Woah, woah, woah. Hey, you. Not me. I'm Too pricey
Pricey, pricey. I don't even need no label to Sign me
Pop it. I pop it. Real life
And the real streets. And the real corporate

Pricey. 50k a song. Per song. I'm pricey
Your favorite rapper still. Shit. Not real
All the bots. Labels. Pricey. My lawyer fees
More real than that. More real than slack

Them real banks. Message. Man. Say that. Say that
Pay attention. Baby boomers. Generation Z
Time flies. From kids to adolescent
Teens. Soon grown and moving things

Bitch-ass beach. Bitch-ass industry
Crush magazine. Big power packs
Shit really. Sold up. Need more ink
To sign autographs. Crush packs

Magazine. Open fire
Old clip. Toxic
Experience. And experiments
Lilo. Stitch. Loot

Knock. Push the button. Send a text
I can't lose. I walk and win
Playing pool. My opps
Need some more help. I been tapped in

Not a rapper. Wig store owner
L-O-L. They label me a pop artist
Pop it. Pop and pop it
Soda can. Soda man

Subliminals. Rappers
Secrets. Labels
They money funny. They use funny money
Don't care. Ghost writers. Add as many

You need. I ain't write nothing
I ain't lying. Antenna like Mike
Freestyle. But I'm charged up
And charging up. Cause I'm finna speak

Drinking tables. Commercial lights
Baddies. Not distant
Keys. Stables. Availables. Enables
Navy wet. Ooh baby

Vaginas. Vaginas. Vaginas
Rappers. Rappers. Rappers
Subliminals. Fake news
Crush box. Darn it. Georgie's here

Can't buy enough bots. Can't drop enough noughts
Fake beef make me sick. Shit I'm vegan
Still the biggest dog. But I'm the underdog
Laying low papers. Chewing up the homework

Bury it. Underdog
I'm such a out dog. The bitch is new
You heard me. Dirty
I told that bitch throw it. Frisbee

Running up a check. I'm a icon
And a connect. With a mister in front
Respect. G-O-D. N-A-A-C-P
A's. B's. And a C's

And most importantly God. Then me. All Behind me
Against this
Bitch ass shit
On these dark sunny days. Laid out blast

Bandits fuck on these bitches. Paul Mooney. Paul
George Mooney. They want the niggas but Don't want the niggas
Bitch ass bitches. Ridiculous
Bitch ass bitches. Ridiculous
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: George “Mikey” Turner III
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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