Listen to Puke song with lyrics from Beast Coast

Puke Lyrics

作曲 : Jesse Cordasco/Erick Elliott/Demetri Simms/Akeem Joseph/Jo-Vaughn Virginie

作词 : Jesse Cordasco/Erick Elliott/Demetri Simms/Akeem Joseph/Jo-Vaughn Virginie

Yeah

Broke wit' em

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

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

Best 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'

I grew up a ******' 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, in turned by my left style

The best style, since that ***** from Bed-Stuy

Watch me walk in that crowd, flezuz christ in a flinch

Hope these mosh pits lead to some implausible events

Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent

Pearly gates, he's on the fence (Oh)

Hell raiser, but he's heaven-sent

The Pearly gates (Oh), on the fence

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 **** with the boy

Money my language, don't need no subtitles

I puff 'til I'm idle

Now each ***** I **** wanna cuff and a title

Until I volcano erupt, I'm a liar, get lost in the fire

Heard them throwin' shots again

You ***** ****** lotta gossippin'

Big ballin', got a lot to spend

I don't even keep score, ***** 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 a shot 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)

The 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

Dream big, but I'm still the same kid

Now we shook the champagne, so we c**k it out the window

Lookin' out the window, window

***** I'm hella 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)

 

 

 

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