On The Beach
E.Q. Project Lyrics
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We having sex on the beach (Uh huh)
I pull a jet in the streets (Uh huh)
D. Wade I ride with the heat (Heat)
Count up count up count up count up, she count that s*** after I beat
Don't be spilling weed in my seats
Uh ooooh
(Turn it up H)
We having sex on the beach (Yeah)
I pull a jet in the streets (Uh huh)
D. Wade I ride with the heat (Heat)
Count up count up count up count up, she count that s*** after I beat
Don't be spilling weed in my seats
All red at the bottom of my feet
Yeah, I ride with the poll
have that s*** like it's stolen
You f*** wit' me n**** get caught
Like Ebola, exotic my odor
I'm nasty I'm vulgar, she wanna have kids, but she swallowing kids
Baby girl you bipolar
And I put the team on my shoulders
Cause I think my back is f***** up
I promise that ain't no b**** f******
Me over, and that is on God
She all over me, she smoking the weed, she want a Minaj
She so proud of me
I been working hard, I get a massage
(Get a massage)
I only receive, I'm rollin a leave
I'm talking to God
We the only ones and y'all can't tell me, making bangers locked in
Like we in a celly
Uh, imma make her eat it like
A piccadilly, I be going going in in
In her belly, watching money fall down like it's confetti
Man these racks coming in
Had to call the telly
Mobile this, mobile that
Brinx truck, money truck
Make a toast to this
Boast to this
So much bread, don't need a toaster
Got the holster, if a fashion
If they want it, then we packin
It's so much chip, we Jerry stackin
H*** get cameras, cause they actin'
This how we feeling today
I wear Nike fives, I'm rollin woods
And then I sit it on her booty
Let's make a milly to this
Yeah
Woah
Pour up pour up pour up pour up
We having sex on the beach (Yeah)
I pull a jet in the streets (Uh huh) (Uh uh huh)
D. Wade I ride with the heat (Heat)
Count up count up count up count up, she count that s*** after I beat
Don't be spilling weed in my seats
All red at the bottom of my feet
Beatin' the cat, and she smoking
On Doja, p**** lips red
But she black, Coca Cola
A n**** took over, had to drink out a h**, I don't want her no more
Told her I had pneumonia
We carry the load, we stick to the code ice cold like a polar
She call me baby like I'm in a stroller
Bout to wake these n***** like they
Drinking on Folgers (Drinking on Folgers Folgers)
The lyrics of E.Q. Project's "On the Beach" are about indulging in earthly pleasures, including sex on the beach, while also flaunting wealth and a sense of power that comes with it. The opening lines "Pour up pour up pour up pour up / we having sex on the beach" indicate that the singer is under the influence of alcohol and possibly drugs. The reference to D. Wade and his "heat" suggests a connection to the Miami Heat basketball team and could be interpreted as a reference to being armed or being "hot" in a different sense. Similarly, the line "all red at the bottom of my feet" could refer to the singer's expensive shoes or the blood on their feet from stepping on broken glass or sharp rocks on the beach. The lyrics also include explicit references to oral sex and imply a promiscuous lifestyle. However, there is also a sense of ambition and drive, as the singer references working hard, putting the team on their shoulders, and making money.
Overall, the lyrics of "On the Beach" present a hedonistic and materialistic lifestyle, with a mix of pleasure-seeking and a drive for success. The references to wealth and fame are juxtaposed with explicit sexual references, and there is a sense of an overall lack of morality or concern for consequences. The song seems to glorify the idea of living fast and indulging in pleasure without worrying about the consequences or responsibilities that come with this kind of lifestyle.
Line by Line Meaning
Pour up pour up pour up pour up
Let's keep pouring more drinks
We having sex on the beach (Uh huh)
We are having sex on the beach
I pull a jet in the streets (Uh huh)
I drive around in fast cars
D. Wade I ride with the heat (Heat)
I carry a gun for protection
Count up count up count up count up, she count that s*** after I beat
We are counting the money that we made, after having sex
Don't be spilling weed in my seats
Be careful not to spill weed in my car seats
Uh ooooh
Sound effects
All red at the bottom of my feet
My shoes have red soles
Yeah, I ride with the poll
I carry a gun with me
have that s*** like it's stolen
I act like I stole the gun
You f*** wit' me n**** get caught
If you mess with me, you will get in trouble
Like Ebola, exotic my odor
My scent is unique and rare, like a disease
I'm nasty I'm vulgar, she wanna have kids, but she swallowing kids
I am crude, and she wants to have children, but she is performing oral sex instead
Baby girl you bipolar
You are unpredictable
And I put the team on my shoulders
I take charge and lead my team
Cause I think my back is f***** up
Because I feel like my back is hurting
I promise that ain't no b**** f******
I promise that I am not being tricked
Me over, and that is on God
I swear to God that I am not being taken advantage of
She all over me, she smoking the weed, she want a Minaj
She is all over me, smoking weed, and wants a threesome
She so proud of me
She respects me and admires me
I been working hard, I get a massage
I have been working hard and now I am relaxing
(Get a massage)
Instruction for listeners
I only receive, I'm rollin a leave
I only accept good things in my life, and I am rolling a marijuana joint
I'm talking to God
I am praying to God
We the only ones and y'all can't tell me, making bangers locked in
We are the only ones and you can't dispute that, making great songs
Like we in a celly
Like we are in a jail cell
Uh, imma make her eat it like
I am going to make her perform oral sex
A piccadilly, I be going going in in
I will keep going and not stop
In her belly, watching money fall down like it's confetti
I am having sex with her, and money is falling like confetti
Man these racks coming in
I am making a lot of money
Had to call the telly
I called a hotel room
Mobile this, mobile that
We use mobile technology a lot
Brinx truck, money truck
A truck used to transport money
Make a toast to this
Let's celebrate this
Boast to this
Let's brag about this
So much bread, don't need a toaster
I have so much money, I don't need a toaster for bread
Got the holster, if a fashion
I have a gun holster, as a fashion statement
If they want it, then we packin
If someone wants trouble, we are always prepared
It's so much chip, we Jerry stackin
There is so much money, it's stacked like poker chips
H*** get cameras, cause they actin'
We attract a lot of attention and people start acting differently
This how we feeling today
This is our mood for the day
I wear Nike fives, I'm rollin woods
I am wearing Nike shoes and smoking marijuana
And then I sit it on her booty
I place my marijuana on her butt
Let's make a milly to this
Let's make a million dollars to this song
Yeah
Agreement
Woah
Surprise
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Quaveien Thomas
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
The PC Gaming Vortex
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