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dave east - no coachella for me lyrics

no coach-lla for me, no coach-lla for me
i’m stuck in the trap, no coach-lla for me
i got work coming in, no coach-lla for me
i can’t leave the hood cuz my phone clickin’
no coach-lla for me
no coach-lla for me, no coach-lla for me
my momma told me her rent is due, no coach-lla for me
no coach-lla for me, no coach-lla for me
sellin’ a key, no coach-lla for me

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no coach-lla for me, watch yo head in these streets
i’m stuck in new york, tryna break down a key
we can bottle a backet, all these models are smashin’
fill my pocket with maintenance, 100 choppas just to blast some
cuttin’ dough to coach-lla
came up on some c-ke, it’s whateva
crimson me killin’ that stage, if i was dope, i’d be 9 or betta
50 dreams in the jam sports, cuz i f-ck with yo main thot
shaving and baggin’, my hands salt
ova that _____(?) knock yo man off
i’m just pimpin’ and whippin’ and whippin’
and whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’ and whippin’
in the kitchen, the studio back to the kitchen
they look at me different
if that money be missin’, yo honey be missin’
my stomach just itchin’
cuz i’m hungry, you b-tchin’
you run in yo house with no luggage, i’m trippin’

(hook)

(2)
(now you ain’t got no coach-lla…)
she ask why we ain’t go together
that b-tch was a hoe when i met her
love to make up over my polo sweater
pop the fofo beretta
i’m like manolo, i might hit yo sister
bend that b-tch ova, i will neva kiss her
strapped up fo’ war, i’ll go in on whoeva
bubble like crack, she got a bubble that’s fat
i be with gusties and traps
act like they hate me, but love me in fact
i got hitters that don’t give a f-ck about rap
couldn’t go to coach-lla, i was out swiping in soho with heather
i’d play the cars, she’d go in the store
we got enough but we gon’ get some more
i had a b-tch but don’t wanna know more
it’s back to the kitchen, we come off on tour
i could do louies, do ninas, do bloomies
and that’s off a day in the trap
i hate to do a 3 to 6 with this pistol
but f-ck it, it’s right on my lap
maybe next year i could make it a promise
i wanted to go, my neighbor’s in love with this c-ke
woah!

- dave east lyrics

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