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coach joey - rap game lyrics

[verse 1: coach joey]
f+ck these rap n+ggas, n+ggas fake as h+ll
f+ck these rat hoes, b+tches fake as well
n+ggas say i shouldn’t rap, but this sh+t sell
i got a bag off this sh+t, i’ma be real
but let me get into some stunt sh+t
i bought a new crib off some fun sh+t
then i went to go to [?] for a new kit
that white getting old, so i went and got some raw sh+t
[?] all this hating sh+t, i’ve been noticing
it’s to the point where i don’t even rap with n+ggas
it’s to the point where i don’t even trap with n+ggas
i ain’t getting on that plain, if i can’t travel with it
i done hit n+ggas’ b+tches and they daughters
all on the ‘gram, posting sh+t that i bought her
lil b+tch freaky, on some mad i ain’t record her
hundred grand with a [?]

[verse 2: peezy]
if i put it on your head, you gotta go, n+gga
[?] in the jungle with some gorillas
b+tches know they f+ck with me, it don’t get no realer
all i hang with is hotheads and cold k!llers
you can bet your last buck, i hit your ho, n+gga
you can call me anything, don’t call me broke, n+gga
riding with them pipes on us, who want smoke, n+gga?
knew when i was young, i’d grow to be a dope dealer
i ain’t never gotta rap again, that i know, n+gga
made so much cheese, it’ll last me til i’m old, n+gga

- coach joey lyrics

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