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letra de for the love - coach joey

[verse 1: tay b]
the flood said [?] again
[?] [?] yeah
bust it down, [?] her mouth [?] yeah
he a b-tch if he with babies, yeah
he wanna talk, he gotta pay me, yeah

[verse 2: baby money]
stop claming bodies, you ain’t taping sh-t
stop f-cking lying, like you say you did
how you plan on getting rich when you ain’t taking risks?
i ain’t plan to f-ck your girl, but she made me hit

[verse 3: peezy]
yeah, these n-ggas lying, they ain’t been in no trap
twenty thou on me, i ain’t turned to no jack
can’t do no song if you told, i don’t f-ck with no rats
i just sold my whole sack, blew the profit at sacks

[verse 4: baby money]
blew the whole profit, gotta make that back
n-gga, watch your threats, you can’t take that back
make your b-tch rub my back, while i count my stacks
1300 for these lubes, better watch your step

[verse 5: tay b]
[?] sh-t was all white, but the collar was black
i’m o.t. all the time, i’m [?] with them racks
the guts in the foreign red, the outside match
and we ain’t vouching for no n-ggas outside of the [?]
[verse 6: coach joey]
[?] you and your friend, b-tch
i can stop what i’m doing, and i’ll still be rich
i can melt my ice down, i’ma still be lit
how i never caught your songs? i don’t feel that sh-t

[verse 7: baby money]
[?] the plug for a conversation
i be stacking in the winter, that’s my hybornation
f-ck how you look, b-tch, what’s your ocupation?
’cause i be dawging hoes who look like [?]

[verse 8: peezy]
top floor at m.g.m., i came up out the bas-m-nt
bad b-tch report to me, but she ain’t on probation
let me f-ck the first night, ’cause i ain’t got no pationts
pink 50’s, blue hundreds, we got different flavors

[verse 9: baby money]
chilling on a couple different akers, we don’t need no neighbors
yeah, b-tch, i got pationts, i don’t need no favors
you can look up my name, i never made a staitment
lot of bodies in the vakent, [?]

[verse 10: tay b]
[?] my belt cost me 600
ain’t in the whip dumping
we gon’ park, hop out and hit something
b-tch [?] get money, ain’t no n-gga out here [?]
f-ck your big homie
everywhere i go, that stick on me
[verse 11: coach joey]
count that sh-t up, call your b-tch, she ain’t gon’ pick up
she eating d-ck up
f-cked around and got the hick ups
that’s your wife? i ain’t gon’ lie, this b-tch a big sl-t

- coach joey

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