- Puke 歌词 AK Joey Bada$$ Nyck Caution Beast Coast Meechy Darko Erick The Architect
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- AK Joey Bada$$ Nyck Caution Beast Coast Meechy Darko Erick The Architect
- 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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