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letra de coach - ayngelato

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(yea, gelato)

uh- i heard yo man’s wanna touch me, i’ma slime him out (yea)
put that boy up in a coffin, now he can’t get out (nope)

i told myself, “i’ma make it” i ain’t have a doubt (yea, yea)
i swear i want all my money, i ain’t seen a drought (yea)

if you think that sh-t is sweet, come see what i’m bout

if you think this sh-t is sweet, come see what i’m bout (yea, yea)
i could pull out .223, or punch you in yo’ mouth (fah-fah)

i got people from my city, and some in the south (in the south)
tell that boy to shut the f-ck up, he be too d-mn loud (loud)

talkin’ all that sh-t, i’ll have my boys run up in yo house
b-tch, i’m steady clutchin’ on the drake, i can’t go without

you don’t want me to succeed? b-tch, you is a clown
high as h-ll up off that drank, had me spinning around

they know i got motion, b-tch, i’m off that potion
deep up in that ocean, she want me, no trojan (b-tch)

i’m cold like i’m frozen (frozen)
i ain’t give emotion (nope)
f-ck all yo’ promotion
that b-tch act like i’m the chosen
throw me in that water, they ain’t even know that i could swim (swim)
run up in the mall, walk up out that b-tch, my fit too trim

i want 24′ on my rims, them b-tches too big
i want 35 bullets in my clip, that b-tch a switch

uh- i heard yo man’s wanna touch me, i’ma slime him out (yea)
put that boy up in a coffin, now he can’t get out (nope)

i told myself, “i’ma make it” i ain’t have a doubt (yea, yea)
i swear i want all my money, i ain’t seen a drought (yea)

if you think that sh-t is sweet, come see what i’m bout

if you think this sh-t is sweet, come see what i’m bout
i could pull out .223, or punch you in yo mouth

i got people from my city, and some in the south

that b-tch leeching for some clout, i just tell her no
that b-tch reachin’ for my glock, i’m like “woah, woah”

uh- b-tch, i jump up out the window, if you lock the door
creepy ass b-tch tried to set me up, i gotta go

yea, coughing up some smoke, roll up smoke a roach
you ain’t even top five, actin’ like a coach
(you ain’t even top five, actin’ like a coach)

- ayngelato

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