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coach joey - our side lyrics

[intro]
dodbh
coach me joey

[verse 1: coach joey]
i’m a westside n+gga, f+cking everybody b+tch
i don’t want boujie vibes, an, i want a ghetto b+tch
need a b+tch wit good credit put some cars in her sh+t
let me use your address, send some phones in your crib
b+tch, i’m up, what you tryna do?
if i get her hair done, she gotta f+ck me too
all my n+ggas got pape, she don’t know who is who
and if we keep it on the low, she a f+ck the crew
i got a hundred in the stash box
i been getting it out the mud since the sandbox
put my hoes on your n+ggas, get they ass robbed
they grew up on the east, they dont know west now
[verse 2: babyface ray]
eastside n+gga, been f+cking n+ggas’ hoes
d+gg+n b+tches out, since kid made the song
lil childish ass trick, now it’s kids in your throat
i ain’t petty with the pape, now her friends wanna go
turn around, bend it over, bust it open, make this money
how the f+ck you laughin you broke, b+tch, you is funny
n+gga made his first five thousand, now he stunting
imma drink the dusay [?] stomach
man, sh+t crazy
baby girl sucking mean d+ck, but she lazy
i made a quarter m this year, i spent eighty
they was fans first want a verse now they hate me

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
i’m a flint town n+gga, treat hoes very disrespectful
thirty racks for this watch, can’t you see the bezzle?
b+tch, i was talking ’bout my lean, i don’t think you special
i just need you to hide this pape, don’t think we together
jr just walked in this b+tch, it’s time to talk platnum
pull out my pants first f+ck some manners, b+tch you gotta manage
you can mix the twentys with the fiftys, imma count it backwards
two hundred shots and thirty rounds, when i be out in traffic
n+ggas broke, i can tell by they body language
hit him in his top, and watch him drop, man, that’s body language
paying cash for everything i got, i ain’t got no payments
his car was black till he tried to slide and got it painted
313 to 810, they can’t take no more
we got [?] making the sale, and i hit the door
[?] make her think [?]
[?] no more
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