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coach joey - bout that lyrics

bout that lyrics
[verse 1 ?]
kid, why you swiping if you know we rich?
just hit miami with this n+gga to grab [?]
[?] exclusive, you ain’t got that
and if you do, i take this b+tch right back
why you saying we talked if we ain’t f+cked though?
why you telling me bout my mans if he ain’t cuffed though?
if we f+cked, i ain’t tell, i ain’t snitch, ho
but if your n+gga find out, just say i’m your bro
i heard you be fighting b+tches
why you all in your feelings? she just liking pictures
i don’t even like n+ggas
why you all in my face tryna take a picture?

[verse 2: cash kidd]
b+tch, don’t call me by my government
i don’t play games, like i’m on punishment
[?]
slide down a n+gga block, like a slippery ho
i just busted another [?] b+tch, i’m finna be off
stayed with some [?] like i’m [?] now
i be with them jack boys, hope you know that
they’ll sn+tch a n+gga cuban like kodak
if i ain’t hit that b+tch, i bet joe [?]
b+tch, i stay by that door, like a floor mat
everywhere i go, my music bump, i need proactive
so many hoes, it’s hard to pick like [?]
[verse 3: honey oso]
ya’ll hoes soft, like english m+ffins
n+gga, i don’t want your d+ck, you can keep your money
b+tch, tricks are for kids, like the easter bunny
sneak dissing, b+tch, i’ll make you eat on something
yeah i’m all about the scratch, like mosquitoes on me
your n+gga in my inbox, tryna beat on something
just might be petty, let him taste this honey
f+ck him till he pass out, then take his money
hoes so bummy, hoes so funny
i’m a cute b+tch, but i got the [?] coming
[?] let her [?] something
b+tch, don’t ask me bout your n+gga, i ain’t know nothing

[verse 4 ?]
b+tch, i hate n+ggas
i pray to god [?] n+ggas
got the cannon, but you know that i don’t take pictures
call my hollo tips picasso, b+tch, they paint n+ggas
long as i got my 40, i’ll never die
that n+gga p+ssy, i can see it, look him in his eyes
you bragging bout hitting a b+tch, and i ain’t even try
and you ain’t even get the head [?]
n+gga, stop playing around, before somebody die
[?] take [?] spot
you be lieing to them hoes, saying you make a lot
but really you the middle man, n+gga, please stop
[verse 5 ?]
i know these n+ggas p+ssed i’m getting off like this
it ain’t sh+t to make a call, and get you off right quick
tell that hoi just want the top
shout out to dr. miami, just bought some titties for the chop
we tear sh+t up, and don’t even need a reason
take one of my n+ggas, [?] done breathing
don’t give him the whole clip, just half, [?]
any n+gga try to cross me, gon need [?]
they tryna get juice out this, like the way i’m squeezing
you stupid, cause that ho told you she love you, you believed her
bro just dropped the ice like he grabbed it out the freezer
b+tch free [?] the real reaper

- coach joey lyrics

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