Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beast Coast, artist - Manny KnoxXDate of issue: 13.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beast Coast |
| Sweet nothin’s from your Nikabaka ??? |
| You the illest muchacha |
| Killers smile |
| And damn you thicker than Mrs. Crocker |
| Niggas would kill for a moment of your time |
| But I’m scappin' for a fragment of your mind |
| Put me in the picture |
| On the regular we get reckless |
| And you ain’t lived ‘til you traded some kisses with a pessimist |
| I’m the ish so I’m never alone |
| I keep an ice chilled chardi at the side of my throne |
| A family that plays together |
| Stays together |
| And ain’t we tryin' to stay together girl? |
| We two peas in a pod |
| Magic it had to be |
| You got a resting bitch face |
| And I got a grill that screams empathy |
| Romantic picnics |
| While we speak on the little things that really tend to get on our nerves |
| Super aggression is our lifeblood |
| I think I might just |
| Lock it down for the right one |
| I’m under the Florida sun |
| Puffin' on Cali trees, blowin' like the shai |
| In my NY state of mind |
| Girl what’s the hold up |
| Pull over your ride |
| You can hop out and roll one |
| Just another day in paradise where I’m living |
| Palm trees and sunshine and that’s just the blood I’m in |
| She wanna ride up |
| Well baby come and ride with me |
| I can take you higher |
| Far as the eye can see |
| Ain’t another like me mama we can do this |
| Get butt naked on the beach and run around like nudists |
| Whatever you imagine baby I can make it happen |
| And Imma keep clownin' cus |
| I love it when you laughing |
| And we go together like games and good weed |
| When I look into your eyes I see the places we can be |
| My perfect sidekick, the one I wanna ride with |
| That do or die chick |
| The one I feel so alive with |
| We can watch the sunset as we roll up |
| Baby I’m still tryin' to figure you out |
| What’s the hold up? |
| ??? |
| was in the kush but we broke up |
| Let’s take a trip and all we gotta do is smoke up |
| I’m under the Florida sun |
| Puffin' on Cali trees, blowin' like the shai |
| In my NY state of mind |
| Girl what’s the hold up |
| Pull over your ride |
| You can hop out and roll one |
| Fame |
| She throwin' smoke and I’m soaking in it |
| My ??? |
| baby like I’m supposed to win it |
| We riddin' tipsy like we sort ignant |
| She feel alright and I provide with that sorta image |
| I’m talking feel good and by tonight |
| Bodies close and give a toast |
| Through it to the satellite |
| The smoke she blows orbits over the satellite |
| You got a van, I got a girl, baby that’s quite alright |
| See if you’re feelin' it, you feelin' it |
| So let’s not hide it |
| I got Ciroc, I call the shots |
| Your dagger drops beside it |
| We gettin' tipsy, ain’t no calm |
| Baby, go and light it |
| I see them gaps between your thighs and you don’t even hide it |
| You got a sexy ass |
| Lookin' better than cash |
| The way I play it on that body ??? |
| Got each other in our sights |
| And since then ??? |
| I’m under the Florida sun |
| Puffin' on Cali trees, blowin' like the shai |
| In my NY state of mind |
| Girl what’s the hold up |
| Pull over your ride |
| You can hop out and roll one |