DA$H lyrics : "Brighton Beach"
Yeah, what's up?
King of space, (*##$ from Spain
Is the kitchen made?
Getting paying tonight my mother
And disarray
Bought the book and never read a page
Burning the 50 feel like Nikki Cage
Bought a 60 2nds
Every time we speak these people cry
That's why I stick to texting
Smoke the rope before I send the message
Sending homies to the very ending
Say without me no doubt, can't reply
So I just hit the exit, $#&@ me, that's my luck
An interminable #~!!@ drunk
Flight across the country just to chase the...
Rolling stone roll the stone
Just too many places
How many lives I'm living, 4 or 5?
Each one I'm surely high
Y'all of fake ID
As I'm checking in the ward off
$#&@ing war lord
Rushing esker up and run me till my balls soft
What the $#&@ you think I made these bars for?
Call dope and bandits
(*##$'s $$# like an allergic reaction
She serves my affection
Smoke some %#@! that should've came with a caption
Her actions be considered as classic
!@^%, I $#&@ing meant that
Free maverick and all my other Codes
Every chance I get I tell a cop to blow me
Press man like a 40 and a half an ounce
(*##$'s home town be some %#@! and !@$@ can't pronounce
Stashing drugs under a sand blouse
Life a movie, bottom rape %#@! is panting out
Yeah man, quarter in my drinks and don't care flow
My own mother think I'm an $$#hole
So think I care about a bashful !@$@
Hope that I don't catch you !@$@
Stop your...and take the loss
Slide off in a evasion's poss.
!@^%, I tend to mkake the rules
My !@$@s break the laws
Just the cops
Yeah
What's up?
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