Lyrics:
want that bad weather cause
I'm coming at you full power
Leaving niggas sour worser than anni Bower
So get cha shit straight or get cha head bust
I ain't
Picked up the phone, called True Religion to put in work
It was evizu, Polo, Cartier, his uncle coach
Gave him the mission, told him to spit with half
Yeah
Uh
Ten two
What It do
I'm not a player
I was a player
Now I'm the coach
I'm just the coach
I don't rock Nikes
these ain't no Jordan's
Nigga
As Lady Margaret sat in her bower
In her bower all alone
At the very parting of midnight
She heard a mournful moan
Oh is it my father, oh is it my
a gun to my head, don't tempt me
Yeah, the coach got me doin' suicides
I can show you how it feels
When you lose what you love (When you lose)
When
the coach put me in
Put Me In
Yea
That's not arrogant
Got the nerve and the balls
Told the ref ball-in
Yeah yeah yeah
Swish
From the palm Spalding
If you
the breast like mi ago fry flour
Say it a burn she cool it down with the shower
She say gad head mi rate yuh
Cause yuh ano bower
Mi say second round
As she
ha, yeah
Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit
One verse and leave in a new Benzer
comme CEO Coach K
Tous ses negros ne font qu'astiquer
Ils l'a bouffe, même pas le temps de mastiquer
On ne sait que vendre, on ne sait que trafiquer
Mes
ha, yeah
Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit
One verse and leave in a new
the gallows pole
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the gallows pole
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile
I think I see my sister coming
Riding a many
little Annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers
And instea-a-ad of a halo she'll wear 'round her head
A garland of genuine flowers
No more
from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you to keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
I think I see my sister
I can send a missile
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
I got my head on a swivel
Eyes peeled when I wiggle
I got my head on a swivel, swivel
I
of ev'ry thing
To keep you from the Gallows Pole
Yes, I brought you
To keep you from the Gallows Pole
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
I
of ev'ry thing
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
of ev'ry thing
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
of ev'ry thing
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Yes, I brought you
To keep you from the Gallows Pole.
Hangman, hangman, turn your head awhile,
Next step baby
I can show you highs
I can show you lows
Tell me what it feels like
I show how this goes
We can work the middle
Start from head
See my teens flew by in a coach seat
Since we all grown up, you tryna show me
What you tryna do now, huh?
You played me once before
Now you feel
have flipped my frown
Coach of the Year
You won't let me down
You won't let me drown
You have placed your crown
Coach of the Year
You won't me let down
I'm on all 10, Ready to win
Ice cold ready go in
No flags on the play
Knock these niggas heads off the radar once again
Talking all that shit,
We
had fashioned by hand
And watered with all her young tears.
There must be a heaven where little Annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers
little Annie can play
In heavenly gardens and bowers
And instea-a-ad of a halo she'll wear 'round her head
A garland of genuine flowers
No more
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