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letra de myrtle beach y'all - dopplegangsta

(verse 1)
first we hit the hotel
no reservation? oh well
whip out that amex black.
penthouse? what the h-ll
it’s a vacation, y’all
and we’ve got money, y’all
swipe that card, ocean view
platinum luggage cart

them b-tches in bikinis, they make my heart throb
d-ck swinging out my trunks like it’s hanging on a door kn-b
tonight i’ll have them moanin’
i hear the neighbors snorin’
i ain’t high, but your eyes red
hot tub chlorine

so much bling cuz we’re metal detecting
ladies walking around vajazzled’s got my tower erecting
grab her by the hair wrap, watch her make that booty clap
little on the skinny side, but i’ll make an exception

coronas in the morning, stunt kite soaring
man we never get bored, ‘cuz myrtle ain’t boring
tan start to fade? f-ck an umbrella shade
custom tank top, got that airbrush made.

now i don’t smoke weed, but i’m slingshot high
got them b-tches lines up, because they all want a ride
always up in them guts when i’m drinking that patron
i’ll stick it in and out and in like it’s a hermit crab home

got a new tattoo, a moon and a palm tree
cuz we’re forever representing mbsc
frozen lemonade stand, jimmy buffett cover band
yeah we’re marching in the sand, myrtle beach army

(chorus)
myrtle beach y’all, myrtle beach y’all
hot concrete burning my feet y’all
myrtle beach y’all, myrtle beach y’all
all the spring break b-tches in heat y’all
myrtle beach y’all, myrtle beach y’all
if you don’t know then we’re gonna teach y’all
myrtle beach y’all, myrtle beach y’all
stars and bars on the back of my jeep y’all

(verse 2)
hole in the sand, got a shovel and a bucket
want to build a sand castle but it’s high tide so f-ck it
waves so big, man it’s almost boogie time
gotta hit up twins for a crazy–ss design

i’ll take the one with the super-funny surf shark, please
cuz he’s got sungl-sses and a big bag of weed
he’s got half a martini, two d-mn gold t–th
reginal birch will take the one with the #3 and wings.

boogie all day because i’m so boogie-tastic
nipples so raw because that board’s made of plastic
saltw-ter dripping in the sun, just splashing
no i ain’t got crabs, but i’m sand lice scratching

she’s got cheddar biscuit legs, and she stink like a monster
get a whiff, shew girl i think you’ve been to red lobster
pinching that tail, crunchy p-ssy taco sh-ll
this is myrtle beach, ho, i ain’t eating taco bell

i see geeks on the beach reading books in lawn chairs
i call them sponge bob b-tches, because they’re looking so square
i’m donk riding 28’s painted up like lucky charms
i’ll hook a salty beached whale a the margarita bar

she’s got a yin yang tat, man that sh-t’s so whack
i’ll be a crotch rocketeer with miss biscuit on the back
you can dial my digits and we’ll chill at the pavillion.
souvenir sand bottle says you’re one in a million

cartoon bikini bottom, man she’s hurting for a squirting
she comes a little closer, she’s just novelty shirting
one-piece underneath, got them appalachian t–th
she’s ricky lake sweet, but i’m in love with the beach

(repeat chorus)

birch: yo, l! l!
faulteroy: wha?
birch: yo l, you’re sleepin’ dog
faulteroy: ah, my bad, my bad
birch: we got one more verse
faulteroy: what? one more verse? alright alright okay
birch: d-mn, you’re sunburnt, man

(verse 3)
try to walk to the pier for some arcade play
but all you haters from the north is all up in my d-mn way
don’t none of y’all remember what the big johnson say?
a big(x3) dixie beat a yankee any day

switchblade comb and i’m ready for some action
that sh-t look like a weapon, but it’s really just for fashion
spring-loaded, fine-tooth, whoa son who you trashin’?
your shorty’s out collecting sh-lls, and you’re a busta’ b-tton mashin’

now it’s time to show my sk!lls on that street fighter 2
and i’m at broadway at the beach buying lemons for my boo
why the water so green, why the sky so blue?
why does bison always win when i pick ryu?

man, f-ck a g6, we’re fly like a plane banner
got a house full of b-tches like my name was danny tanner
shorty smell as fresh as sweet gr-ss basket
and if you’re fronting, sucker, i’ll send you home in a casket

she’s got a d-ck in each hand, tug to the left now tug to the right
and the way she makes it drop it’s like she’s flying a stunt kite
tan line so fine, and she tells me hit it faster
she’s got legs like serena and a booty like casper

we’re hitting the pavillion because it’s time for rollercoastin’
crack open that p-ssy, listen close you’ll hear the ocean
on a salt water high, that’s myrtle beach fool
i swear this place is eden, it’s a dream come true

y’all wanna go to miami where the hoes show that -ss?
well the myrtle beach b-tches got something called cl-ss
well how about jamaica, play some dance hall tracks?
yeah, you’ll step off the resort and get a knife in the back
well you could go to disney world with all the ladies and the fellas
and pay a benjamin for raisin toast with cinderella?
well you could visit hiltonhead with all your country club friends
but i prefer some parrot head where the buffett never ends

rolling like bocce b-lls-deep in that crotchie
and we stream it online ‘cuz your girl wants to watch me
now i know we’ve said enough but we’re still going to preach
tell ’em ’bout it faulteroy! about what? myrtle beach!

(chorus)

- dopplegangsta

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