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letra de opp - coach joey

[intro]
coach me, joey
[?] made the beat, baby

[chorus: coach joey]
it is what it is, i can’t trip for what it’s not
lil brodie say i’m trippin, ’cause i love you like my glock
baby said she love me too, but if i die, is it gon’ stop?
she hate it when i’m in the hood, she always tell me that it’s hot
baby girl want me to chill, she know i just spinned on an opp
she get tipsy off a shot, think she a drinker, but she not
when we f-ck, our eyes lock
i think she like it when i watch
said her ex did her dirty, i’m a treat him like my opp

[verse 1: coach joey]
don’t ask about no other b-tches, on the [?] i never speak
me and you is really real, i use them hoes to get [?]
show you how to build a bag, we gon’ bust it down the middle
let’s invest and use some grams, and we gon’ start you up a [?]
you in school, i pay for it
gotta sharpen up your mental
i can’t [?] with you, baby, what? you tryna get me [?]?
do i love you? yeah, a little
but my heart been [?]
i might f-ck you from the back, and put your face inside the pillow
on the move shooting plays, i let you count it while i drive
if them boys get behind us, bae, don’t panic, it’s alright
put this stick in the box, the money right beside it
[?] they can’t search without a warrent
[chorus: coach joey]
it is what it is, i can’t trip for what it’s not
lil brodie say i’m trippin, ’cause i love you like my glock
baby said she love me too, but if i die, is it gon’ stop?
she hate it when i’m in the hood, she always tell me that it’s hot
baby girl want me to chill, she know i just spinned on an opp
she get tipsy off a shot, think she a drinker, but she not
when we f-ck, our eyes lock
i think she like it when i watch
said her ex did her dirty, i’m a treat him like my opp

[verse 2: lola brooke]
send pictures to your messages, delete the whole thread
he a deman in the streets, but a freak in the bed
keep him out of trouble, and i keep him well fed
i’m your new drug, take a break from the meds
they say you be trippin, ’cause you love me like your glock
i don’t send subs, i send shots
better tell them how i held it down when you was locked
instead of busting at your opps, come home and bust up in [?]
know you in the streets, i ain’t ok with it
but i ain’t got a choice but to tell you to stay dangerous
baby got good aim, but [?]
i always wanted to fall in love with a gangsta

- coach joey

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