Beast Coast - Manny KnoxX, Complex, N.E.F.

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?

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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