CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Back To Destin
(Hook)
Pull up on ya b*t*h then she hope in
pu**y so good had me locked in
Bad lil shorty from the West End
She love it when I bring her back to Destin
Smoke gas on the beach no stressing
White sand, green water, nice brown tan
Pull up on ya b*t*h then she hope in
pu**y so good had me locked in
Bad lil shorty from the West End
She love it when I bring her back to Destin
Smoke gas on the beach no stressing
White sand, green water, nice brown tan
I said let meet at thе mall, she graduated from Clarke
Said shе was studying law looking like somebody wife
Told her to hop in the car(uh), we bout to head to the beach
Soon as I roll up the trees, watching her hair in the breeze
Told her she don't need a bag, shorty you rolling with me,(uh)
West end down to Destin, baby I’m changing your destiny
You know the recipe, we need a session the f**k is you telling me
Smoking and drinking she keeping me company
Know we be thuggin she love it, thinking thats why she f**k with
I'm fresher than Dougie but sh*t can get ugly
She looking pretty sadity, bouncing and rubbing her titties
She pop a pill so you know she was litty, so you know the dealy
We parking I'm drilling, I bet a milli you one in a million
She on the drizzy she all in he feeling
I told her be careful you f**king wit Killas
Need a vacation I’m calling my n***as like yeah
Pull up on ya b*t*h then she hope in
pu**y so good had me locked in
Bad lil shorty from the West End
She love it when I bring her back to Destin
Smoke gas on the beach no stressing
White sand, green water, nice brown tan
Pull up on ya b*t*h then she hope in
pu**y so good had me locked in
Bad lil shorty from the West End
She love it when I bring her back to Destin
Smoke gas on the beach no stressing
White sand, green water, nice brown tan
I said let meet at thе mall, she graduated from Clarke
Said shе was studying law looking like somebody wife
Told her to hop in the car(uh), we bout to head to the beach
Soon as I roll up the trees, watching her hair in the breeze
Told her she don't need a bag, shorty you rolling with me,(uh)
West end down to Destin, baby I’m changing your destiny
You know the recipe, we need a session the f**k is you telling me
Smoking and drinking she keeping me company
Know we be thuggin she love it, thinking thats why she f**k with
I'm fresher than Dougie but sh*t can get ugly
She looking pretty sadity, bouncing and rubbing her titties
She pop a pill so you know she was litty, so you know the dealy
We parking I'm drilling, I bet a milli you one in a million
She on the drizzy she all in he feeling
I told her be careful you f**king wit Killas
Need a vacation I’m calling my n***as like yeah
