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intentional - coast contra lyrics

[intro: eric]
we had zeros now them commas up
if you ain’t step in 505 you can’t come with us
i’ma split it with my n*ggas then we double up
jealousy, love & hate that’s why they loving us!

[hook: ras]
yea n*gga, i just pulled up on yo b*tch that’s intentional
n*gga luck don’t mean sh*t that sh*t’s intentional
ain’t no accidentally rich that’s intentional
how that b*tch gone be yo b*tch and she ain’t mention you?
[verse 1: taj]
real titty n*gga sh*t
b*tch this legacy is ducking felonies and statistics
they be middle mannin’, gotta come to me to get the business
they just lil mannin’
b*tch i’m eli manning, giant difference in this pimp talk
she gon f*ck with me, you f*ck on me you get this pep talk
d*ck is ambidextrous, pick it right up where you left off though
and it’s heaven in my home, i get the best thoughts
7 seconds left i’m playin home, i shot the nets off though
f*ck pretending like i’m winnin, b*tch i can’t lose
this a mindset, in this life ain’t nothing i can’t do
gotta do my best, tryna do my best was painful
sh*t been shapin’ up, i got new angles

[verse 2: eric]
i wanna know how it taste (i do)
big house with a gate (new)
outback gotta lake (that’s new)
outback making steak (n*gga new sh*t)
momma watching ricky lake (exclusive)
pop working upstate (exclusive)
real sh*t we was broke (facts)
real n*ggas never break (they don’t)
all my n*ggas gonna eat (let’s go)
before we eat we say grace (eat that)
humble pie humble pie (let’s go)
everybody grab plates (gotta wash that)
we done came a long way (yea yea)
we done came a long way (yea yea)
sipping grape kool*aid (fact)
basketball on a crate (ballin)
[hook: ras]
yea n*gga, i just pulled up on yo b*tch that’s intentional
n*gga luck don’t mean sh*t that sh*t’s intentional
ain’t no accidentally rich that’s intentional
how that b*tch gon be yo b*tch and she ain’t mention you?

[verse 3: rio]
uh
intencional, yea
no hay más igual, naw
que quieres mas?
yo tengo mucho más pa’ dar (ven pa’ ca)
vamos a fumar and count up millions at the top (count it up)
i hit the club, n*ggas salute and b*tches get in line
el general de cinco estrellas b*tch i gotta shine (si!)
hopped out the car like double dutch the engine say wassup (yea)
stepped in this b*tch drinking pimp juice out my pimp cup
i been getting dizzy , burning down a blizzy
dreaming bout a coupe all white like lizzy
calling me to hit it but a n*gga too busy
pimp game frigid, in something tinted
like a politician, all i wanna see is benjis

[verse 4: ras]
these junkies hostile
b*tch i’m dope enough to stuff a nostril
been down bad
no dollar to my name was feeling prideful
i bounced back
these creflo dollar bills i’m talking gospel
i does that, yeah
aye who does that like this?
b*tch it’s ras austin
pipe with duel exhaustion
ride my d*ck with caution
gas on em
she don’t do this often
this girl way too awesome
pass on em yeah
i like queens on my team
get these wins up
sh*t is such a breeze
roll yo window up
get benz up, uh
grinding with the team
my legacy look supped up
cooking new cuisine peep my recipe need food truck yeah
ahhh yeah
you get chewed up
kings yeah we kings yeah we sl!ck rick ruler

- coast contra lyrics

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