Sandals, Jamaica Lyrics

Loaded loaded

Was the gun

That ya hun hid

Betcha little booty

If ya shoot me

Get acquittal kid

I think you gonna just a little bit

Sittin wit the fauna in a sauna wanna oven mitt

Ooooh too hot to handle

I booked a stay at sandals

I packed a hundred candles

The summers fun for vandals

Ya ya sisterhood messin up the denim bar

And we got daddy's car

And it's a caddy yar

Gonna bow down

To the lost and found

When ya pants go missin

And ya parents ain't messin around

Oops

I slept through graduation

I left the whole fam waitin

I was the last to walk

I ran a thousand blocks

Pop laughed for more

And that's what life is for

I ain't no boardroom bore

I keep a story score

I wanna die with lore