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letra de puke - beast coast

[verse 1: nyck caution]
yeah
broke within
i used to be broke and sin
a bad kid by the age of 10
nowadays i don’t pretend (shh)
circle real tight, and i don’t trust broken men
thought that you was solid, but it won’t cement
cut ties with those guys, haven’t spoke to them (yeah)
y’all tried to play me like a fool, but the joke’s on them

[verse 2: erick arc elliott]
what you mean you squeamish, just a monster, entendres
a league competin’ where no team could beat us
i cut them ties, ’cause i need to see us
i earned my stripes, like i need adidas
in the beamer with the ceilin’, we don’t need the rear
beast coast, ball hard, we don’t need the deal
i am no bogart and so neither was you
better watch how you talk, boy, i will say action
four pound blastin’

[verse 3: meechy darko]
i grew up a f-ckin’ screw up
you sick, i’m lit
whole world been on acid since i blew up
climbed up, countin’ the loot up
you losers are just too much, i moved up
and do not need new love
my lifestyle determine my death style
the best style, since that n-gg- from bed-stuy
watch me walk in that crowd, fleezus christ in the flesh
hope these mosh pits lead to some implausible events
h-ll raiser, but he’s heaven-sent
pearly gates, he’s on the fence (oh)
h-ll raiser, but he’s heaven-sent
the pearly gates (oh), on the fence

[verse 4: akthesavior]
ak young majesty
think you’re immortal? come face the fatality
hop out the portal like morty
i take the last shot like i’m horry
head wrapped like you ryu
don’t f-ck with the boy
money my language, don’t need no subt-tles
i puff ’til i’m idle
now each b-tch i f-ck wanna cuff and a t-tle
until i volcano erupt, i’m a liar, get lost in the fire

[verse 5: joey bada$$]
heard them throwin’ shots again
you b-tch n-gg-s love the gossippin’
big ballin’, got a lot to spend
i don’t even keep score, b-tch i got the win
they need me like oxygen
on me, the whole block depend
don’t you ever try to box ’em in, box ’em out
faded off of shots of gin, i’m pacquiao
i hear the money callin’ like a pocket-dial (brr)
do what i wanna ’cause i’m poppin’ now (yeah)
made it this far, ain’t no stoppin’ now (noo)
no more freestyle, gotta cop it now (yeah)
it goes straight to the top, when i drop it now (wow)
let me live, let me live, let me live
i ain’t never coppin’ out, i’m just tryna do big dough
chain big, but i’m still the same kid
now we sippin’ champagne ’til we puke it out the window

[outro: joey bada$$ & meechy darko]
pukin’ out the window, window
b-tch i’m h-lla faded tryin’ not to crash the benzo
pukin’ out the window, window
she says she don’t dance
bet she shake it for these bands though
can i live a little bit? ayy (can i live a little bit?)
drinkin’ a little bit, ayy (drinkin’ a little bit)
smokin’ a little bit, ayy, ayy (smokin’ a little bit)
can i live a little bit? ayy (can i live a little bit?)
drinkin’ a little bit, ayy (drinkin’ a little bit)
smokin’ a little bit, ayy (smokin’ a little bit)

- beast coast

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