Tribe Lyrics - Jesse Boykins Iii

I'm pagin' Aroma, pagin' Sada 

Had lil' poom-poom, she called me dada 

Kiss the poom-poom, 

Praise the fatha, praise the fatha, PRAISE! 

Jenna, Lisa, Frita 

And I'll just sit in the back of the Bimmer 

Puffin' the lala, smokin' the reefer 

HB shotgun rollin' the Keisha 

I got a camera in, boo, but we lay low 

We had our first kiss near the equator 

And mama-se mama-sa, mama say so 

And this thing may never get a day old 

Back in Paris with Alice for dinner 

Smokin' the Cuban, boy keep ya chin up 

Girl in the blue dress look like a winner 

Caught my eye in the back of the mirror 

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You know I got to show love, show love 

Show love, show love 

You know I got to show love, show love 

Show love, show love 

You know I got to show love 

One hour later, I had to praise her 

Cruise head to Spain, I think I'm Vega 

Any flavor, every summer 

Me and Brodinski bringin' the numbers 

Groovin' 

Hop on the MDMA, 

Said that her favorite car was a Jetta 

Sent me some champagne all with a letter 

Made me say musa, musa, musa 

I want to go down to St. Lucia 

Got Brianna, bought for two 

Scenery, boy it's all for you, hey! 

I'ma reveal her, bump and feel her 

Photos 

Diamente velvet laces 

The girl needs savin', boy go save her 

All the day, show love 

Every day show love 

What you say, show love 

All the day, show love