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border patrol - coach joey lyrics

[intro]
(coach me, joey)
(d*mn, e, this a classic)
(joey)

[verse 1: coach joey]
i’m still rich
n*ggas pillow talkin’ to some hoes that i been hit (i been hit)
put a couple tags on your head, b*tch, you been it (been it)

[verse 2: peezy]
spend like thirty bands on my neck, b*tch, i been lit (been lit)
f*ck is you talkin’ to, n*gga? (huh?), better lower your tone (lower)
i got k!llers on standby, i got lawyers on go (let’s go)
i get mine out the trap, i ain’t order no phone
crib off the water, get protected by border patrol (woo)

[verse 3: 42 dugg]
bag from overseas, thirty*one a key
twenty of ’em joe’s, thirty of ’em p’s
i could turn up weed, rather push the beans
pharms gettin’ iffy, rather serve the fiends
keep dog with me, p been drinkin’ lean (yeah)

[verse 4: peezy]
40 with the beam, point this b*tch right at your ball cap, n*gga
plugged in, i’m connected like a bra strap, n*gga
watch your motherf*ckin’ mouth or get your jaw tapped, n*gga
we with all that, n*gga, better fall back, n*gga, yeah (ayy)
[verse 5: coach joey]
why you playin’ roles if you ain’t got no clips? (why you playin’?)
i just like her pics, i don’t like that b*tch (at all)
the whole east f*cked, don’t wife that b*tch (don’t do it)
i like my sprite clean, don’t spike my sh*t, ayy (no cap)

[verse 6: 42 dugg]
i like my whites plain, don’t ice my sh*t, yeah
off*white my ‘fit, yeah, one mic that brick, yeah
get it hard for me
that lil’ sh*t they took from doggy, that was our money (okay)
yeah, now we all comin’

[verse 7: coach joey]
run it up and stash it (stash it)
f*ckin’ hoes from dallas (dallas)
don’t call me mcfashion (naw)
three bands for the glasses (glasses)
h*llcats, we stabbin’ (skrrt)
your b*tch, we smashin’ (yup)
f*ck her twice, then pass her (pass her)
big racks, no cappin’ (no cappin’)

[verse 8: peezy]
my hood, i’m the captain (captain)
did more dirt than the mavericks (mavericks)
yeah, i’m serious ’bout fashion (fashion)
two racks for this jacket (period)
red light, no camera (no)
do a n*gga so nasty (so nasty)
when he got hit, we was laughin’
we celebrated when it happened (b*tch)
[verse 9: 42 dugg]
gettin’ rich my answer, that’s to all this sh*t (period)
ridin’ with three hoes (three), we all got sticks, right
we all sell pints, yeah, those all got hit, ayy
i talk my sh*t, right, i walk it too
got j’s for seventy (seventy), want thirty a blue (thirty)
ayy, this for neph (neph), and that’s for scoot (scoot)
sh*t had me stressed, i still came through (joey, huh)

[verse 10: coach joey]
hundred bands after hundred bands
n*gga fronted you, you did the running man
sticked up like a marching band
we rolling deep like a caravan (come on)
wrapped up like a promo van
don’t ask me, i don’t know that man (don’t know that n*gga, huh, b*tch)

[outro]
(d*mn, e, this a classic)

- coach joey lyrics

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