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coffee brown vs. b magic - urltv lyrics

[round 1: b magic]
yo, yo, yo, yo
i say, it’s not about the cream
i mean i’m really ’bout to black, coffee
f*ck a battle, b*tch * bend over
i’m tryna fold ya (folger’s) back, coffee
they had to pay a n*gga star bucks (starbucks) to be exact, coffee
mustard and ketchup pa*
who the f*ck asked for you to rap, coffee?
back off me, coffee better stay grounded
she ate close to 10 * you know you better stay rounded
punch king, one of geechi hoes tryna knock me down
told her she was ill * na, na, you think you foxy, brown?
i’m creed punchin’ in a rocky round
sh*t, i’ll knock your melon in (melanin): you’ll get bodied, brown
stay woke
back word*flippin’, better take notes
st. louis * no, it’s not a farm, but we raise goats
first thing i did was get coffee in the mornin’
brainstormin’ on how i’d gеt coffee into mournin’
alarmin’, boston celtic right up in the place
that mеan i wanna make a (wanamaker) .9 shoot right up in your face
old*school, i’m the kid who just like to start somethin’
i’m the fader like the lakers: you don’t wanna start, cousin
back me in a corner and i might just start dumpin’
somethin’ fly outta coffee (coffey) mouth like michael clarke duncan
look, i done walked the green mile, it’s money when i step
and bell outta the hole like i’m runnin’ for the jets
this gon’ be a hot winner, not because it’s sunny in the west
spit your guts up * b*tch, i’ll blow your tummy through your neck
type of chick to set you up and put a blackmail out
have bullets chasin’ your ribs until your back bail out
she a thot, had n*ggas f*ckin’ ’til her tracks fell out
at coffee crib, they used to call that b*tch the maxwell house!
tell url to stop playin’ wit’ me
gave me coffee brown, for real? so what you sayin’ to me?
prob’ly won’t knock none off wit’ a d*mn semi
but a (b*tter) knife will leave you spreaded * d*mn skippy
hold it down
b*tch, is you ready or what?
i asked for twork, they gave me a twerker * you petty as f*ck!
call me out? b*tch, you thought that i was nelly or what?
i muzzle ’em (muslim) when i point * you seen belly or what?
check me out, they got me greetin’ coffee wit’ a mug
she say she crip? well, ’round this time of the month, she wit’ the bloods
we thug, n*ggas gonna know that we air slugs
have brown dog catchin’ bullets like air bud
can you hear me? i shoulda popped a rocket out wit’ steer
caught a drac’ (drake), yep, started from the bottom, now i’m here
wild chrome, to this clown zone, just to pow bones
if you want it, then say it: i’m gettin’ brown stoned (brownstone)
it’s b magic posted up wit’ these .45s
just know it’s magic when they tell you that the show arrived
[round 1: coffee brown]
1,920 days i been a baby mom, i mean, the sh*t crazy
that man be naggin’ me daily
so don’t come tryna drug*talk me, magic
i had enough of n*ggas tellin’ me how to handle these babies
don’t come tryna tell me what i say or how i move
if you think i do a lot for the ‘gram

- urltv lyrics

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