Dash - Brighton Beach lyrics

rate me

I don’t mean to be rude but

Yeah, what’s up?

King of space, bitch 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, fuck me, that’s my luck

An interminable pussy 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

Fucking war lord

Rushing esker up and run me till my balls soft

What the fuck you think I made these bars for?

Call dope and bandits

Bitch’s ass like an allergic reaction

She serves my affection

Smoke some shit that should’ve came with a caption

Her actions be considered as classic

Nigger, I fucking 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

Bitch’s home town be some shit and nigger can’t pronounce

Stashing drugs under a sand blouse

Life a movie, bottom rape shit is panting out

Yeah man, quarter in my drinks and don’t care flow

My own mother think I’m an asshole

So think I care about a bashful nigger

Hope that I don’t catch you nigger

Stop your...and take the loss

Slide off in a evasion’s poss.

Nigger, I tend to mkake the rules

My niggers break the laws

Just the cops

Yeah

What’s up?