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lul timm - coach carter lyrics

[hook: quando rondo]
my diamonds hittin’ vvs’s, yeah they water
i’m in the kitchen, cookin’ whippin’ up coach carter
i do the dash and see the police in the outer
i’m just tryna run me up some digits, no tomorrow
stack it to the ceiling, go and cash out maserati
i’m not in my feelings, i just keep on rockin’ marni
leave ’em with a quickness, ’cause i’m geeked up off this molly
i’m countin’ benji’s in the bentley, had to run around the lobby

[verse 1: lul timm & quando rondo]
no call of duty, i stay strapped up with that chopper
i walk in saks and blow it on balenciaga
right off this trap sh+t, i ran up a million dollars
i’m rockin’ robin, ridin’ ’round with my lil partner
that blue bandana, play, we send you to the doctor
lean inside my fanta, tryna drink away my problems
i got 50 racks and blew ’bout 40 on a model
i got 50 racks and blew ’bout 40 on a audi
200 the patеk, you know i’ma get it
know that we bringin’ static, we aim at his fittеd
take a trip out to cali, we floodin’ the trenches
i’m rockin’ bale’ mixed up with givenchy
get a brand new g+wagon and fill it with b+tches
40+glock automatic, in love with them switches
my diamonds be hittin’, do you know who nick is
lil shawty the baddest, i think she brazilian
[hook: quando rondo]
my diamonds hittin’ vvs’s, yeah they water
i’m in the kitchen, cookin’ whippin’ up coach carter
i do the dash and see the police in the outer
i’m just tryna run me up some digits, no tomorrow
stack it to the ceiling, go and cash out maserati
i’m not in my feelings, i just keep on rockin’ marni
leave ’em with a quickness, ’cause i’m geeked up off this molly
i’m countin’ benji’s in the bentley, had to run around the lobby

[verse 2: lul timm & quando rondo]
no coi leray but you can’t catch me at no parties
i feel like takeoff, i can’t leave without my rocket
one+dollar faygo, i’ma make it worth a thousand
racks all on the table, ran it up in public housing
no cain & able, you gon’ die, my brother cross me
straight from off the struggle at the table with some bosses
i lost my cousin to that paper, we gon’ live like no tomorrow
glock came with a laser, with my n+ggas that’s all borrowed
we in the field, know off the rip, it’s in the gutter like a turtle
i thank the lord, ’cause i done made it off a corner where it’s murder
don’t f+ck with them because they fake, it’s “catch that boy and then we shirt him”
we ballin’ hard, no la lakers, new rolls+royce is gold and purple

- lul timm lyrics

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