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coach joey & tlg deuce - not calling back (extended) lyrics

[intro]
(coach me, joey)
(h+lluva made this beat, baby)
(joey)

[verse 1: coach joey]
if you ain’t cummin’ while i call, why we talkin’ then? (why we talkin’ then?)
you can say i ain’t sh+t, tell all your friends (tell ’em)
when you broke your lil’ phone, who paid for it? (who?)
and when you need your hair done, who paid that sh+t? (tell ’em, shawty)
you say you independent, you don’t really need a man (okay)
then why you got a cash app on instagram? (tell ’em)
you say n+ggas obsessed, why i don’t believe you? (i don’t believe you)
’cause every time they f+ck, why thеm n+ggas leave you? (hmm)
is it your p+ssy or your attitude? (or your attitudе)
man, your p+ssy kinda straight, so it gotta be you (it gotta be)
why every time we fight, you go on instagram? (hmm)
my sister gon’ beat your ass, you do that sh+t again
real talk, i’m mad i even f+ck with you (i’m mad as f+ck)
i don’t see how i let you get that comfortable
you textin’ crazy, i’ll pull up on you (i’m on my way)
you can have your daddy there, call your brothers too (call ’em)
b+tch, i really hate you (i hate you)
now that i think about it, i really made you
all the sh+t i did for you and you ungrateful? (lil’ b+tch)
you really feelin’ yourself like you ain’t replaceable (hmm)
remember when i used to stay up, help you study? (help you study)
and you still failed your test like a dummy
you said it’s too much on your mind, you ain’t have the time
how you ain’t have time? b+tch, you ain’t got a job
remember when we used to f+ck, i made you scream out?
now every time my name come up, you try to bring it down (bring it down)
my mama ain’t your mama, b+tch, cut that out (cut it out)
and if i see your brothers out, we might rob ’em now
i know this petty, but i ain’t like your mama cookin’ (at all)
she really like to cook, but i wish she wouldn’t
she thought she went crazy with the chicken, huh? (what?)
man, that sh+t wasn’t even hittin’, ma
[verse 2: tlg deuce]
now you don’t wanna answer calls ’cause you with your n+gga?
i should tell him how you told me how my d+ck bigger (dummy)
i would go on instagram and report your pictures
then again, your lil’ page ain’t even worth cl!ckin’ (poor)
that’s why your friend f+ck better and her p+ssy wetter (way wetter)
she was gon’ beat your ass, but i wouldn’t let her (couldn’t do it)
when you was strippin’, b+tch, you wore the fake louis checkers
b+tch, when the f+ck they start makin’ louis for dancers?
i remember when your levi was f+cked up
your mans a clown, he be out here tuckin’ fake bucks (bum)
you got your braces in the house, ho, shut up
you ain’t out here bein’ loyal, you do sl+t stuff
you got an iphone 6 with the cracked screen
that’s why your room got that lil’+ass flatscreen
your n+gga still wear samoas with the mac jeans
you out here lookin’ all bad if you ask me
you think you stuntin’ in that old+ass impala
on all donuts with the extra high mileage
got on them lil’+ass leggings lookin’ childish
and when i see your n+gga out, i’ma rob him (i’ma rob his dumb ass)

- coach joey tlg deuce lyrics

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