
Our Side Coach Joey (Ft. Babyface Ray & Rio Da Yung OG)
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[Intro]
Dodbh
Coach me joey
[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
I'm a westside nigga, fucking everybody bitch
I don't want boujie vibes, an, I want a ghetto bitch
Need a bitch wit good credit put some cars in her shit
Let me use your address, send some phones in your crib
Bitch, I'm up, what you tryna do?
If I get her hair done, she gotta fuck me too
All my niggas got pape, she don't know who is who
And if we keep it on the low, she a fuck the crew
I got a hundred in the stash box
I been getting it out the mud since the sandbox
Put my hoes on your niggas, get they ass robbed
They grew up on the east, they dont know west now
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Eastside nigga, been fucking niggas' hoes
Doggin bitches out, since Kid made the song
Lil childish ass trick, now it's kids in your throat
I ain't petty with the pape, now her friends wanna go
Turn around, bend it over, bust it open, make this money
How the fuck you laughin You broke, bitch, you is funny
Nigga made his first five thousand, now he stunting
Imma drink the dusay [?] stomach
Man, shit crazy
Baby girl sucking mean dick, but she lazy
I made a quarter M this year, I spent eighty
They was fans first want a verse now they hate me
Dodbh
Coach me joey
[Verse 1: Coach Joey]
I'm a westside nigga, fucking everybody bitch
I don't want boujie vibes, an, I want a ghetto bitch
Need a bitch wit good credit put some cars in her shit
Let me use your address, send some phones in your crib
Bitch, I'm up, what you tryna do?
If I get her hair done, she gotta fuck me too
All my niggas got pape, she don't know who is who
And if we keep it on the low, she a fuck the crew
I got a hundred in the stash box
I been getting it out the mud since the sandbox
Put my hoes on your niggas, get they ass robbed
They grew up on the east, they dont know west now
[Verse 2: Babyface Ray]
Eastside nigga, been fucking niggas' hoes
Doggin bitches out, since Kid made the song
Lil childish ass trick, now it's kids in your throat
I ain't petty with the pape, now her friends wanna go
Turn around, bend it over, bust it open, make this money
How the fuck you laughin You broke, bitch, you is funny
Nigga made his first five thousand, now he stunting
Imma drink the dusay [?] stomach
Man, shit crazy
Baby girl sucking mean dick, but she lazy
I made a quarter M this year, I spent eighty
They was fans first want a verse now they hate me
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