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coach joey – take mine lyrics

take mine lyrics
[chorus: b ryan]
ball like we ball
grind like we grind
talk like we talk
life, tryna take mine

[verse 1 ?]
you going brazy off that molly, you a ho ho
why you n+ggas acting like we ain’t squad though?
like we ain’t get n+ggas [?]
like i wasn’t losing sleep back in 06?
and i still ain’t been sleep yet
[?] new jet
n+ggas can’t talk to me, till they touch 10
f+ck that, i ain’t even wanna talk then
ya’ll n+ggas talk too much
ya’ll n+ggas broke, ya’ll n+ggas ain’t earned enough
i put the city on my back, who else did that?
you doing what i did, but now n+gga, we off that

[chorus: b ryan]
ball like we ball
grind like we grind
talk like we talk
life, tryna take mine
[verse 2 ?]
put a mark on your head, so don’t play with my cash, kid
mad i hit his ho, and made that b+tch f+ck cash kidd
trigger finger itching, like a crack head
[?] flock together, we like [?]
b+tch, if we don’t know you, we gon tax then
chopper make a p+ssy n+gga tap in
leave the crib with [?]
[?] to his face, watch the toughest n+gga panic
taking hoes out just to hit, how romantic
these n+ggas do the lamest just to f+ck, that sh+t crazy
everybody strapped, tell me [?]
yo b+tch a deman, boy, her head game dangerous

[chorus: b ryan]
ball like we ball
grind like we grind
talk like we talk
life, tryna take mine

[verse 3 ?]
why you n+ggas acting like i won’t up the stick?
f+ck around, and pop everybody in this b+tch
n+ggas love to play they role when they see me gunning
n+ggas better stand in line, like the teacher coming
threw a 30 on a 40, cause it look better
went and got a young b+tch, cause they f+ck better
got it old school, i ain’t copped the [?] yet
old b+tch ain’t even gave up the coochie yet
[?] squad full of p+ssys [?]
need another one like khaled, n+gga, we the best
shoot a n+gga in his neck, he don’t need a vest
me and [?] we don’t need to rest
[chorus: b ryan]
ball like we ball
grind like we grind
talk like we talk
life, tryna take mine

[verse 4 ?]
f+ck around, lose your life, tryna take mine
put a hole in your [?]
bring out the [?] rolie, i had to [?] mine
got 50,000 on me, crossing state lines
[?] sound like a baseline
i’m surrounded by the shooters [?]
get a n+gga life took, for a pint of juice
[?] my n+gga 8ball, who the f+ck is you?
[?] bad motherf+cker, gotta get [?]
hit the streets, turn beef to a pot of stue
crazy wrist work, i could turn 1 to 2
[?] get his ass blue

[verse 5: honey oso]
where b+tches been hiding, b+tch, i been sliding
b+tch, i got [?] that’s the bomb, call me bin ladin
i just used the slot, and got 10 out it
matter fact, i slide down like i’m ziplining
tryna slide down, man, that b+tch dumb
put you in your place, like low income
b+tch, you big dumb, don’t get hurt, bae
b+tch, i think i’m pretty, like irene on her birthday
we them same b+tches, that won’t hang with you
f+ck you, and every b+tch that came with you
b+tch, you talking crazy, yeah, till them things hit you
when we come in packs, you getting popped like a pain k!ller
[verse 6: allstar jr]
somebody find me a b+tch i ain’t hit yet
a hundred percent of these hoes, boy, i ain’t get spent
my old b+tch say i’m broke, think the b+tch pressed
buying foreign clothes, give a f+ck about this b+tch rent
n+gga, 50 choppers in the offace, and they all our’s
hit your house, hear it all around, we toating [?]
made 30 g’s f+cking up them wallmarts
your workers dumb, they be f+cking up them cars, huh
broke n+gga, re+up
need it bad, speed up
pistol on lunch break, n+ggas finna get beat up
cool on the chop, please run for it get heat up
call the [?] n+ggas, they done got cleaned up

[verse 7: cash kidd]
chopsticks, spike kicks, fresh ass criminal
ya’ll [?] not f+cking with us, i’m speaking in general
seen his ho on my d+ck, and i ain’t tweeting sabliminals
[?] go hit her [?] when i see her, i’m drilling her
pop said boy, you a savage, i raised me a general
[?] finger f+ck it, we just friends with benefits
i just milked a dumb b+tch, she be thinking we serious
[?] glad you on your [?]
said that [?] b+tch come here
had to hop off the bentch, like it’s a buss near
b+tch, i’m here right now, f+ck who was here
got her swalloing b+lls like her tongue pe+rs+d
lil bro got more heart than your leader
[?] twins on your ass, them boys demans
catch you tryna creep, [?] like cheaters
[?] like a beeper
freak b+tch, turn around, we ain’t doing missionary
straight back shots, i don’t want you looking at me [?]
[?] took a xannie
pocket rocket, keep that lil b+tch like i’m a sugar daddy

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