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ross allen - this coat (rough) lyrics

[verse 1: ross allen]
i been up for 3 straight days man i can’t sleep
opportunity knocking is it my dreams or the police?
kicked the door down man where is the warrant?
see this that bullsh-t what is the government doing!
and this that same sh-t n-gg-s will say but don’t vote
that’s that bull sh-t 08-09 rookie season derrick rose
all this hypocrisy i see why they be k!lling us off
just another body to the count like a f-cking hoe
man i’m still up and i’m on day 4
if the rapping don’t work then imma start kicking the door
the vicodin wearing off i need a little more
please call the prescription i can’t handle addiction
so my plug made trapping just a family business
his mom bring home the work & ask for 10% of it
patches on my jeans and my feet white nikes
i keep the ferragamo on me like my f-cking id
i keep the dog in the trunk like i whip the mystery machine
got your b-tch trying to guess whats under these guess jeans
and now i see these n-gg-s want to be like me
well i’m sorry buddy but they don’t teach this at bandcamp
flow so cold i wrote this in a h-lly hansen
in june way before i stepped foot on campus
hit the brake fast when i switch lanes i’m reckless
full plates like a n-gg- didn’t even eat breakfast godd-mn

[verse 2: ross allen]
now all this sh-t i’m spitting here is old so
don’t be surprised when i switch the flows up
f-ck on your b-tch then i crash on the sofa
knock the pac out just like i’m sammy sosa
the plug want a feature? i told his -ss holdup
cough up the drugs n-gg- this a holdup
sipping that lean through a straw my composure
double cup full of that purp on the coaster
sipping codeine out the bottle no soda
look at my coat n-gg- please take a photo
grams in my pocket as loud as cologne
i’m talking tuscan leather tom ford
mike hitting the jay like markelle fultz
i got my gucci shipped in from the store
i told my b-tch once they ship then it’s over
i don’t be high i just never be sober
i’m in la cooking sh-t like a trojan
i’m in the 6 with a 10 a derozan
said she going give me that roller coaster
certified arsonist lyrics in the holster
i’m touching more walls than boy band posters
i might be crazy well n-gg- i know so
f-cking the game got these rappers in chokeholds
they say i’m cold so i keep me a coat on

- ross allen lyrics

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