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minor league we just hang with the coach
When the fat booty sang it's just all that she wrote

Never sorry, all the hop but I'm never barley 
Saturday,

this toast
I don't brag or boast
I don't need a coach
Do this on my own

I don't need no coach
Imma just keep balling I put you up on a poster
I got 10

Yuh yuh
Yuh
1Johny

Yuhuh
Yuhuh
Yuh
I'm keeping the pace

They hating on me cause I came from the craft
And now I be trying to rap (Trying to rap)

the coach and I'm calling the plays
I do what I want
No looking back I'm ahead of my pace
I do what I want
I got to go but she want me to stay

This is my

to give a shit about me
Zombie gang all y'all niggas pace is
On some basic shit it's no wonder that you sound the same
So forever am I living staying out

ass back
Real boss bitch I do what I want to
If you a lost a bitch baby let me coach you
Bad bitch ass fat I throw this ass back
Put this pussy on em

She want my chain, my car, my love, my lust She want champagne, with drugs,
rose with kush them sparkly thangs with coach with muddy blunts she want

their masters
You a player I'm an owner so I'm richer than most
How you diss me in a song and you sittin' in coach?
The audacity
I'm getting tired

Ah
Ah
Yo forreal though hurry up man you talking all day
Okay
Hold up nigga what we doing
You know what we doing
Let me coach you be the student
If

a nigga like a zit man
Her pussy so fat i call the bitch xan-man
All of the cash all on the floor, bitch I might need a rake
You niggas they copy they

Cardo got wings

Uh, rolling 'em fat
Don't roll 'em skinny no more
I'm getting mines, I got plenty of dough
I break it down, I got plenty to smoke

Call it the city of lights
You'll never sight a black skyline
Where life′s a race the pace like my black skyline
I used to envy players green

50-something
But he acts 20-something reminds me
Of an old Mafia guy
Then there's Coach! The guy that
Likes guys you know
It had to be one of those but
He can

yeah
Min fat thighs, tynd waist gør dig wavey yeah
Har en vibe du ik' ku' overse yeah
Mami gir dig disciplin, som en gym coach yeah
Har et bend du ik'

the coach, writing every line
No shortcuts, just concrete, it's my time to shine

See the clock, where's that
I chase what's real
In the mirror, see my hero,

THE PACE
AHHH TIC TOC TIC
GO DEH GAL
TIC TOC TIC
A YOU ONE


Verse 3:
WATCH DA FAT BATTY DEH
A HENG OUTTA SHORTS
AND YUH PUM PUM A GET NUFF CUTE REMARKS

boy a newcomer and I am a vet
Hit him with a bat, I'm feeling like a Met
Ayy switching lanes in a red Corvette
Can't fly coach, we gon' hop on this jet

what? (Like what?)
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain't what you want
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is yes (yes)
Bitch said she wanna be my opp, God

As the World Turns

Eminem

The Slim Shady LP

1999

the only class he'll pass is phys ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed Slim Fast (who me?)

Shoutout the real niggas from the Mak
D-Brad Ke The Great Ke The Great
I fell in love with the race
I found my pace
I found my pace
I found my pace
I'm so

Trust me nigga you don’t want no smoke
Wanna smoke?
Yeah cause this a fat blunt you gon choke
You gon choke
Yeah don’t try to lecture me Imma coach
Imma

dis kush got me high
(Everybody know that shit potent when it's that OG)
Ima live my life
(Self made boss nobody ain't gotta coach me)
I done chose my

the coach
You filthy fucking cockroach

Fat check, white lace, baby, you're a disgrace
But not me
Buy, buy, sell, sell, winding up in hell
Don't come

Bubblegum

Tyga

Talk Dirty

2014

Got me 'bout to break my neck
Tell me how you pop like that
You do it like it ain't no sweat
I never seen a bubble so fat
You do it all day in