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nyc - coach-tdubb lyrics

[coach*tdubb]
(ouuu)
b*tch i ain’t fair
you only get 2bs if it clap let’s get the air clear
catch me at the tm like i stay there
ouuu old hoes see me they like hey there

[coach*tdubb]
i’m tryna hit a n*gga eye not no d*mn ground
screw the silence on i’ll be hot the neighbors hear a d*mn sound
fn wit me cause when i come round i make opps frown
n*ggas was cuffing all the sauce but who up now
ask me for jwett i’ll put that boy on a greyhound
n*ggas really sweet i treat this sh*t like a playground
i’m stepping on em bro go get a tissue cause these a1s
what b*tch n*gga looking at me like i said sum
gotta stab a n*gga in nyc i can’t spray nun
but brodie got it pull up this nina tryna say sum
(ouuuu) i’m smoking za on wall street ina i8
n i keep my baby wit me n*gga that’s a fly date
i can’t pair up witchu you n*ggas ain’t no airdrop
we careless n*gga say sumn wrong we make the spot hot
if you come around gone get plugged in cause this a hotspot
i really ain’t ducking no opps i’m in drop top or fishbowl n*ggas see me out they on a b*tch code

[coach*tdubb]
he gritz he ain’t get a crib he got his froze
if you would’ve shut up could’ve been case close
solid staying ten toes like a flintstone
his first 10 pack but every 2 days we blow those
big body amg gone make her throat go
my hitta high five n left he in go mode
ain’t score a point of the play you tony romo
i ain’t hear a word that you said cause you broke broke
n*ggas can’t come around they a joke joke
matter fact these is my sons ain’t no joke joke
put em in that water gotta see if could float
first time on that road was tryna see how far i go
f*cking with the plug tryna see how much he could throw
what you learn in this room n*gga keep it on the low
riding olo but got the pistol on the glo
go straight to the back i can’t have traffic at my door
i have them where you lay have them
vultures at yo do
[coach*tdubb]
set em up with a b*tch make her put to his throat
thought i stepped on gum how this sh*t on the flo
i see you biting style ion think that’s not how it go
n*ggas meat munching guess they think that’s how they blow
if i gas this sh*t they ain’t even getting close
they gone hate more if i ever make a toast

- coach tdubb lyrics

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