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urltv – t-top vs coffee brown lyrics

[round 1: coffee brown]
[?]
standup n+ggas get sat down in recline
so for (sofa) now, get comfortable

[round 1: t+top]
i said, free my dog
he wanted to be a trapper so bad
but he had a job in a stock market
he made some good money too, he was just mad that he got bosses
and now he doing work from his cell, he got charges
crazy how he left his cubicle for a box office
now smack asked me, have i f+cked you before
i told em “nah…” on some player sh+t
he said you ain’t gotta lie to me, [?]
who you playin’ with?
oh, y’all on y’all interrogation sh+t
’cause first thing you do is hand me coffee, well i still ain’t sayin’ sh+t
’cause if that’s my shorty, she trappin’ for me
if i’m holdin’ when the police come, she better sn+tch it off me and stash this off, b
i ain’t trippin’, i’m used to hiding my packs in coffee
you got potential, well let’s see if we can reach an alliance
she said i got a couple pounds, baby, we not excited
if she ain’t trying to take a trip for them bricks, then (brixton) she’s not invited
i only traffickin’ b+tches like ti and tiny
’cause you said
you had to drive through mexico with the kilo
unbelievable, but the sh+t was hot
baby, you know i had to visit docks
that’s why you keep asking me to meet my plug, i wish the sh+t would stop
’cause i bring you to the cuban, coffee
but they won’t even give me a little shot
and if i bring you, just don’t be bullsh+ttin’ in them small towns
’cause twelve gon’ take you to jail if they get called out
i don’t care if you got two pills on you
they gon’ make you pull your draws down
take your e’s (ease) and make you cough, brown
i kick your door down, boom!
you better let a n+gga in
before i break your jaw
b+tch, you will never talk again
arm brace, leg brace, you will never walk again
i make coffee shop for a white cast like an episode of friends
where you been?
’cause your last battle was in la, right
but you didn’t show up, no guts
so i beefing with some b+tches at the venue, so what?
grow up
you was thinking they had the fifty and was scared to make your slow bucks
then you get on twitter like, “nah, them b+tches was the police
i got the paperwork, facts”
well, y’all know the fans’ next question, where the paperwork at?
you showed us some sh+t that had misspelled words and no dates on it
you ain’t even have a number for a courtcase on it
it was from windows 96, she really had no shame on it
you even called rx jasmine
b+tch, you put the wrong name on it
so you making paperwork up on b+tches, that’s how that go
i feel like that’s some police sh+t, but i don’t know
what i do know is, i don’t hear no more war literature
on how you tore n+ggas up
’cause to dodge a ass whooping you made fake paperwork and forged signatures
not one, not two, not three, but four signatures
it was her, the defendant, a witness in court signature
we all sick of ya
and it’s your character that got us tight as f+ck
it ain’t about the fake paperwork, it’s how it take a fake b+tch to go and type it up
huh?
’cause then she said them b+tches got her slipping at the welfare office
well first thing i wanted to know, b+tch, was; why was you at the welfare office?
i think that’s the story you should tell more often
was you applying for food stamps so you could sell some off it?
or trying to get a gynocologist to knock the smell up off ya?
you can tell us coffee
’cause they say soon as you came up out of that building they smooth popped ya
boom, dropped ya
sprinkled you on top of the grass, they moon rocked ya
woomp womped ya
tool socked ya
b00blocka
y’all was outside and she hit you with a room rocker
b+tch!
so i don’t want to hear how you came up out the mud
or how you slang a lot of drugs
your name coffee, b+tch
you was supposed to leave a stain around her mug
but you a thug?
dog, you ain’t nothing but a big cup of coffee made with sink water
i wouldn’t taste a drink on ya
you got a stink aura
i believe you when you say you the outcast, ’cause it be looking like it’s stank on ya (stankonia)
i pull a shank on ya
so don’t tell me how you blaze the llama
b+tch, every other day your name in drama
you’re about two weeks from being t+top’ new baby momma
so save your lies, brah
’cause if y’all wanna hear the truth, y’all got it
my bm’ll whoop yo’ ass if y’all two start fighting
i’m talking uppercuts, left hooks, and two more righties
on god, she’ll have coffee out the window like bruce almighty
who you gon’ call? champagne?
well, y’all better have some poles up in the whip
’cause if y’all jump her, i swear i’m going postal in this b+tch
grab a knife, i’m really ’bout to poke her in her sh+t
go oj on champagne, and make a mimosa out that b+tch
and y’all as close as it get
well, that don’t mean sh+t to me
y’all just two thirsty b+tches that’s named after drinks
oh my god, something wrong with me
tonight i brought it all with me
y’all thought i was losing, wait (weight), nah, that’s the wrong big t
concrete

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