Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beast , by - Wiz Khalifa. Release date: 11.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beast |
| (Insanity at it’s finest. Fire starter, riot maker, |
| Moon stricken, animal need, bad seed, untameable beast) |
| «Everybody around me always think they know what’s |
| Going on inside my mind, they think I’m Mr. Nice Guy all the time. |
| How they say on Diary? |
| You think you know, but you have no idea.» |
| Welcome yo ho, get filthy |
| Must make mo (more) dough |
| We will be shaking your floor |
| Come against me |
| That’s a no no |
| Yo, cause I’m a Beast |
| I can smell your woman’s rosy punani |
| On the dance floor all the way in VIP |
| I’m a rapper, I can snatch her, |
| And she will leave with me because of my stature. |
| Now, everybody move, everybody bounce. |
| Whoever the Nina choose, we about to pounce (work it out) |
| With the 151 in the bottle, I call Hef, |
| Will he let me hit this model in the grotto |
| I like all women, tall women, and small women. |
| Ya gotta let tech knees tease your chakra. |
| Species release freaks, please the monster. |
| Petite beast, feast, these G’s will rock ya. |
| Handcuff a busta don’t trust a |
| Round these hustlers homie don’t be a sucker. |
| When your lover say tecca Nina’s a brother, |
| She trying to say that I rushed her then crushed her. |
| I’m about to get that money like a robbery, |
| Now I got it all my enemies wanna clobber me. |
| Squallier be harder we need dollars comradely |
| The hotter the scholar be, the larger the lottery. |
| Need yen, tens, twins, gotta succeed spend G’s, Ben Franks |
| We cram G’s in banks, breathe said we win thanks |
| Hungry like the wolf indeed, but I give |
| Money to my crooks in need, I live |
| In Sherman Oaks but from Kansas City, |
| I miss home, Cali is Business but man it’s pretty. |
| I ain’t lying y’all, Monster for money for mine y’all |
| If I wasn’t getting money, I’d do time dog. |
| You’d never see the nine fall, |
| Big house, wood floors, |
| Maid cleaning the bitches with pine-sol |
| Friend, this industry is no kin to me, |
| Behold the flow of the century. |
| But they scared of me |
| Rappers they don’t compare to me. |
| Fair to be said that he dares to be sincerely a rarity. |
| Check the sound scan, look around man. |
| Wake up look at you Jacob, you in killer clown land. |
| Face paint and jugalettes with bubble butts |
| And we rock it twisted diddy women in the button ups. |
| Hands down we rock harder than kiss, |
| But rap me Kutt and Krizz. |
| Can I get two stomps and a clap in this bitch |
| Nina shot to the top 'cause the plots to get rich. |
| Tell ya executives, |
| I’m next for this |
| Success it is. |
| Yet the best for Tech, this ain’t |
| Baptist Pentecostal or Methodist. |
| This is the beast baby. |
| Out, I mean exodus. |
| (Money and I will destroy you. I am the beast) |