Brighton Beach

[Produced by Thelonious Martin] [Intro] Say Jude I really wanna see you nude I don't mean to be rude though (yeah) Say Jude I really wanna see you nude I don't mean to be rude though (yeah) Yeah so, nigga [Verse 1: Da$h] King of spades, bitch from Spain, it's the kitchen maid Gettin' paid at a rate my mother in disarray Wrote the book and never read a page Burnin' a 50 feel like Nickie Cage Gone in 60 seconds Every time we speak you cry, that's why I stick to textin' Smoked a bowl before I sent the message Sayin' we homies 'til the very endin' Say without me you'll die Can't reply so I just hit the exit Fuck, just my luck, in the terminal, pissy drunk Catch a flight across the country just to chase a buck Rollin' stone, rollin' stone, call too many places home at times How many lives I'm livin? four or five Each one I'm surely high Yuri Orlov Fake ID as I'm checking in the Waldorf A fuckin' warlord Russian escort who going to blow me 'til my balls sore Fuck you think I laid these bars for? Car door open backwards Bitch's ass like an allergic reaction She service my faction Smoke some shit that should've came with a caption All my actions be considered as classic Free Maverick, nigga, I fuckin' meant that, uh Free Maverick and all my other cold b's Every chance I get I tell a cop to blow me Breath smell like a 40 and a half an ounce Bitches hometowns be some shit a nigga can't pronounce Stash the drugs in her lips that's under her salmon blouse Life a movie by the way this shit is pannin' out, ya nah mean? Caught up with my greens, endo and cash flow Own mother think I'm an asshole So? think I care about about a bashful nigga? You better hope that I don't catch you, nigga Stomp your boss your team'll take the loss Slide off in the beigest Porsche, nigga Your team'll make the rules, my niggas break the laws Just a corpse, yeah so