Song: Snowbeach
Artist:  Remy Banks
Year: 2014
Viewed: 40 - Published at: 4 years ago

[Hook: Remy Banks]
We get on at the Snow Beach
Smoking chronic, popping shit and sipping 40's
No worry 'bout the Police, come kick it at the Snow Beach
We get on at the Snow Beach
Smoking chronic, popping shit and sipping 40's
No worry 'bout the Police, come kick it at the Snow Beach

[Verse 1: Remy Banks]
On a flight, to another echelon
Maybe another Galaxy so high I could probably call the holy father
On his land line, nigga I'm not go
Hoping that this raps will take me to a higher plateau
Million dollar homes in my vision, just for my Mother
Make sure that my family straight, then I'll go and cop another, for myself
All this smoke got me thinking 'bout my future wealth
Slow my music 'til your heart melt
I'm glorified because I rhyme, smooth as velvet on these beaks
My red and Ripley so unique
Couldn't copy if you tried to plagiarise
Xerox sheets from my book of rhymes
Still popping tags off bait garments, just to pass the time
When I finesse, I reminisce to when I had the Avirex
Been cool before this rap shit but humble, never the less
I'm still the same nigga, just got some reasons to flex
Out in London, with my brother Silk
Puffing zee's of cheese, roll it up with ease
[Hook: Remy Banks]
We get on at the Snow Beach
Smoking chronic, popping shit and sipping 40's
No worry 'bout the Police, come kick it at the Snow Beach
We get on at the Snow Beach
Smoking chronic, popping shit and sipping 40's
No worry 'bout the Police, come kick it at the Snow Beach

[Verse 2: Milkavelli]
My shoes are all white, my skin is all white
My bitch is alright, my coke is off white
Got me feeling all high, I been up all night
My phones off line, me and Remy that's hashtag tour life
Filthy like pork rinds, British boy I eat pork pies
Then sip Stella, fuck Coors Light
(fuck I pop a xanny)
I rock a wife beater, in cold conditions
Every strippers tryna be the best
Yes, that's pole position
You say money I say dough, Homer Simpson (dough)
My, bredrin, is 4-20, 24-7
Roll a L up of that lemon, no stemmish
That's the Chris and Kevin
I'm with the ho-mies, popping xannys so I'm co-zy
Tell a bitch to lick my gold teeth
If you don't know me, don't phone me
Young lex, diamond in the Snow Beach
Motherfucker!
[Hook: Remy Banks]
We get on at the Snow Beach
Smoking chronic, popping shit and sipping 40's
No worry 'bout the Police, come kick it at the Snow Beach
We get on at the Snow Beach
Smoking chronic, popping shit and sipping 40's
No worry 'bout the Police, come kick it at the Snow Beach

( Remy Banks )
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