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letra de do the most (the coast) - polo g

do the most (the coast) lyrics
{intro: juice wrld}
dirty m’s, dirty m’s, dirty
dirty soda, brand new coat
brand new coat, brand new
yeah, i like that sh-t
uh, dirty soda, in the coat
brand new soda
uh, dirty soda, need a coaster
she do coke, no coca-cola
dirty soda in a coaster
she do coke, no coca-cola
you know her?

{post-chorus: juice wrld}
in the kitchen cooking brack in the ho
i grip the k, get it brackin’ ‘lil ho
you gon’ need more than a napkin, ho
i’ma pull up, leave the casket closеd
actin’ ratchet with a ratchet ho
i need somе brain from a ratchet ho
slurp on my d-ck, b-tch, danimals
show mе that you a animal
{verse 1: juice wrld}
shoes, supеr rare, vvs, solar flare (yeah)
chopper like a magic trick, it make ’em disappear (yeah, yeah)
get it? crystal clear, realest n-gga in the area
i see some scary n-ggas, but i’m scarier
b-tch, i’m a dog, juice wrld terrier
shoot him in the brain, that look terrible
i told his mom, the news was unbearable
i will embarrass you, walk in the bank and embarrass you
i spent five thousand on tennis shoes
i’ma pull up on his avenue, grrah, grrah, grrah
shoot a few times, yeah, that’ll do
“live life,” ink on my hands, new tattoo
used to do xans in the back of the classroom
now i’m too rich, off the percs, feelin’ radical
that shotgun’ll tear ’em in half like a decimal
.40 with a d-ck, show you what the erection do
shoot up your section, cardiac arresting you
taking your revenue
that heavy metal will stick you like crack heads stickin to they schedule
only wanna f-ck on a b-tch if she yellow
used to play the corners like a motherf-cking cello, yeah

{chorus: juice wrld}
i got dirty soda with no coaster
she do coke, no coca-cola
where she from? she say, “the coast”
she get wetter than a boat
that lil’ ho gon’ do the most
in that p-ssy, i’ma float
i’m gon’ brag, i’m gon’ boast
keep the tags on my clothes
{verse 2: polo g}
pull up, new coupe
right in your hood, i cruise through
might hit they block with a few troops
b-tch, this is a glock not a deuce deuce
get off his body, we nailed him
i heard that boy was a loose screw
so hot, ain’t sh-t you could tell him
number one trending on youtube (uh)
my money longer like uzi
treat her like a groupie, i do what i want
i guarantee she wanna do me
and that’s ’cause i’m drippin’ in new saint laurent
them snakes like to lurk in the grass
so you better be careful, and mow your lawn
my homie died, i’m disrespectful
might dig up they mans just to roll up his blunt
i look at the opps like a comedy
we just say less, let the choppers speak
i come from one of the hottest streets
’cause we on the back by the parlor seat
a b-tch n-gga play, he get rocked to sleep
now i got blood on my prada sneaks
takedown gang and this glock was free
reach for the chain and it’s r.i.p, oh, oh
money to make ‘lotta thots with me
i told my bae it’s hard not to cheat
feel like real love an anomaly
’cause i’m used to lovin’ so toxically
it’s either that or i’m selfish
but i only want your heart, no one elses
knew you was gon’ switch up, i felt it now i’m addicted to drugs, can’t help it
{chorus: juice wrld}
i got dirty soda with no coaster
she do coke, no coca-cola
where she from? she say, “the coast”
she get wetter than a boat
that lil’ ho gon’ do the most
in that p-ssy, i’ma float
i’m gon’ brag, i’m gon’ boast
keep the tags on my clothes

{verse 3: juice wrld}
yeah, ball like 2k, shorty
this coat, it cost two-k, shorty
kick, push, cracked like lupe, shorty
spanish girl like guadalupe, shorty
my gun bis-xual, i shoot ya shorty
i’m on a pedestal, i got authority
these n-gga my sons, i need maury
playin’ with my guns, these ain’t toys
all them day one homies who claim is day one, them is not your boys
i heard what they was sayin’ when you wasn’t in the room, they tryna plot and destroy
i go to war with the opps, i pull up on his block, and they watchin’ my missiles deploy
sippin’ the syrup while i load up the gun, go berserk, make him jerk like a reject, boy
gucci all over my v-neck, boy
my gun a thot, it’ll neck that boy
f.n’ll disrespect that boy
yo, lil’ b-tch, erect my boys
f-ck her from the back, she makin’ noise
d-ck in her mouth, can’t hear her voice
i got the sauce like a packet of soy
pockets be lookin’ just like a morgue
bet you never seen me drip this f-ckin’ hard before
bet you never seen me f-ck twenty-three broads before
in one night
anything is possible, off of the molly, i put that on my life
uh, f-ck ’em, then shoot up a party

{post-chorus: juice wrld}
in the kitchen cooking brack in the ho
i grip the k, get it brackin’ ‘lil ho
you gon’ need more than a napkin, ho
i’ma pull up, leave the casket closed
actin’ ratchet with a ratchet ho
i need some brain from a ratchet ho
slurp on my d-ck, b-tch, danimals
show me that you a animal

- polo g

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