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coach joey - bro said drop intro كلمات الأغنية

bro said drop intro lyrics
[intro: allstar jr]
talk to me, joey
yeah
d_mn, this classic
forty_seven, forty_six
two band set, two hundred bands
like alright

[verse 1: allstar jr]
all designer from my toes to my hips, i’m the sh_t
she f_cking me, and you would take a bullet for that b_tch
know you p_ssed, ’cause that cloudy ass piece is so petty (so pathetic; joey)
got a dog plug with a b_tch that’s gon’ fetch it
and came up off ‘caine addiction
joe, quit playin’, know you have to go to rehab for your chain addiction (calm the f_ck down)
in the a with a gang of b_tches (woo), we had no famous business
cost a little bit to dangle with them, b_tch
i took a life full of pain, and put it on beats (i did it)
she got some nice little brain, and put it on me (she did)
heard that watch fully banged, i’m feeling the beat (lit)
if you reach, take a selfie to put on the tee (ha), n_gga

[verse 2: 9000 rondae]
n_gga touch my chain, then it’s over for him (then it’s over for him)
they gon’ say them boys went overboard (ayy, why y’all do that?)
you can’t f_ck my b_tch, ’cause you can’t afford her (you can’t afford her, n_gga)
my n_ggas taking hits, n_gga, place your order (ayy, place your order)
you can’t rep this game unless you made for it (gang, gang, gang)
i thought you was a k!ller, how you get extorted? (how you get extorted?)
you took your b_tch to chili’s, mine went to morton’s (and eat up, n_gga)
i would say your name, but you not important (who is you, n_gga?)
i should’ve f_cked your b_tch, heard the b_tch whoring (little sl_t)
need ten for a show, or i’m not showing (i ain’t comin’)
put this car on your neck, so we can start touring (ayy, let’s go)
in and out of states like i got a warrant
[verse 3: honey oso & pretty brayah, coach joey]
uh, slide down a b_tch block (slide), knock her clean out her socks (b_tch)
guess they mad we on top (yeah), tell them haters check the clock (check it)
we ain’t worried ’bout the opps (nah), we send them shots, you gon’ drop (okay)
you got chops, we got more, tell them haters check the score
they got you piped up and you piped up, i said pipe down, you little b_tch
you don’t make money, you don’t make deposits, how you walk around on tips?
we that one gang, that one clique, run sh_t around this b_tch
when you see a foe, you f_ckin’ know, don’t act like we ain’t lit, n_gga (ayy, 9k n_gga)

[verse 4: coach joey]
n_gga slide on n0body, who the f_ck you think you talking to? (who the f_ck you think you talking to?)
don’t do this sh_t for fun, we doing what we gotta do (yeah)
move how you tryna move
you snooze, then you gotta lose (brr)
you was playing tough, top shot, and now you gotta shoot (b_tch)
b_tch tryna stick around, and i told her like, “i’m tired of you” (f_ck off)
sick of you playing by the rules, talk sh_t like we ain’t shot at you (i’m tired of doing that)
you b_tch_made, you feeling like there’s sh_t you gotta prove
.762s’ll knock the f_ckin’ brain outta you (boy)
i’m my own boss, don’t a n_gga tell me how i gotta move (yeah)
i just popped three percs, baby, so you think i’m rude (my bad)
get money, stack bands, n_gga, that’s my mood
you ain’t a k!ller, motherf_cker, get up out the room

- coach joey

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