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Artiste : Beast Coast
Titre : Puke
[Nyck Caution]
Yeah
Broke a day
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

[Erik Arc Ellliott]
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´

[Meechy Darko]
I grew up a fuckin´ 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 nigga 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

[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 fuck with the boy
Money my language, don´t need no subtitles
I puff ´til I´m idle
Now each bitch I fuck wanna cuff and a title
Until I volcano erupt, I´m a liar, get lost in the fire

[Joey Bada$$]
Heard them throwin´ shots again

You bitch niggas lotta gossippin´
Big ballin´, got a lot to spend
I don´t even keep score, bitch 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 cock it out the window

Lookin´ out the window, window
Bitch 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)