Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Beach, artist - Curren$y. Date of issue: 07.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Beach |
| The margin is wide |
| (Yeah yeah) |
| Y’all better call TY tell him come grab that |
| (Of the rich and wealthy) |
| Before I forget what I was doing with that |
| (Paper) |
| Still stoned, still on |
| Said I don’t fuck with suckers back then |
| And I still don’t |
| Still stoned, still on |
| You more concerned with them hoes than yourself |
| That’s detrimental to your mental health |
| The margin is wide between hood rich and wealth |
| Separate it bro, step up your paper |
| I heard you stressed out, you been missing payments |
| They talking about you bad on them gossip pages |
| Same ones who celebrated |
| See you out later |
| Sell you down the road for coins that was only silver and gold plated |
| That shit wasn’t real |
| But the consequences really is |
| Something you could feel |
| Shit producing tears, wasted years |
| Wasted game in the ears of a lame |
| Start applying, instead of crying and whining |
| About who else shining and how you ain’t got it |
| I don’t come to pity parties |
| I’m out here getting it shorty |
| They open that shit up for me |
| Said I was sorry for the Wraith but not for my Ferrari |
| Sliding through the lobby all my chains on me |
| My ex bitch saw me, started talking |
| My current lady walked up on me |
| Introduced them to each other, neither one was salty |
| Matter of a fact they was sweet on each other |
| Then we layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer |
| (Layed up on a beach for the summer) |
| Yeah yeah yeah nigga |
| Still stoned, still on |
| Said I don’t fuck with fake bitches then and I still don’t |
| (Capo) |
| Going back and forth with these bars like a predicate |
| All this water on I can’t tell you how wet she drip |
| They gonna dry your mother’s eye if they come through wetting shit |
| I tell you the whole story but you niggas know the rest of it |
| The back of the back it got seats like a craftmatic |
| Running through these dirty streets where they blast 'matics |
| He got hit up in his car, he trying to breathe like an asthmatic |
| I was always ready for the beef when it had static |
| That give me room, the cars big like a yacht bitch |
| I don’t smoke cigs but there’s a SIG in the drop |
| And watch for your safety because this trigger don’t lock |
| The first nigga that move, that’s the first nigga getting shot |
| They open that shit up for me |
| Said I was sorry for the Wraith but not for my Ferrari |
| Sliding through the lobby all my chains on me |
| My ex bitch saw me, started talking |
| My current lady walked up on me |
| Introduced them to each other, neither one was salty |
| Matter of a fact they was sweet on each other |
| Then we layed up in a crib on a beach for the summer |
| (Layed up on a beach for the summer) |
| Yeah yeah yeah nigga |
| Still stoned, still on |
| Said I don’t fuck with fake bitches then and I still don’t |
| Do I know you |
| (I don’t think so) |
| No |
| Why you smiling |
| (Why are you smiling) |
| I don’t know |
| (I know who you are, you Americano) |
| I wish to the world would like to see you immediately |
| I wish to see you |