paroles de chanson Coach - Band Gang Lonnie Bands , Glockboyz Teejaee
Huh,
crank
it
up
Crank
it
up
(ay)
Huh,
crank
it
up
I
think
the
feds
listening
Huh,
hey,
Coach
Bandman
Unemployment
ain't
no
real
fuckin'
scam,
man
My
baby
with
the
spoof
spoof
Probably
took
the
whole
pension
from
your
fuckin'
granddad
Fuckin'
with
them
checks
too,
profile
the
phone
jack
She
said,
"I
wanna
sex
you,"
baby,
where
my
loan
at?
Baby,
where
your
clothes
at?
I
ain't
even
on
that
I
told
lil'
baby
hit
the
head,
put
it
on
your
bald
cap
Batter
up,
a
thousand
grams,
Lonnie
'bout
to
track
that
Now
everybody
neph'
rap,
man,
where
you
niggas'
roll
at?
Where
your
flip
phone
at?
Where
your
custos
at?
Mines
in
the
mountains,
I
ain't
talkin'
'bout
no
Brokeback
My
auntie
shot
the
needle
in
her
back,
she
gon'
find
a
vein
My
unc'
stopped
smokin'
crack,
he
said
that
shit
is
not
the
same
That's
a
damn
shame
So
I
introduced
him
to
this
damn
crank
Hey,
hey,
I
could
coach
you
Phil
Jack',
I
could
coach
you
Bill
Belichick,
I
could
coach
you
My
baby,
I
could
coach
you
Bitch,
I'm
worth
a
million
on
the
low,
you
ain't
know?
Talkin'
'bout
some
motion
Bitch,
I'm
every
wave,
yeah,
the
scene
in
the
ocean
You
ain't
never
seen
a
young
nigga
this
focused
Talkin'
'bout
a
plug
Bitch,
I'm
with
the
chemist
and
the
grower
I'm
on
my
99th
run
Ran
through
a
hundred
pounds
with
this
leaf
blower
Come
on
I
got
my
cleats,
my
helmet,
and
my
jersey
on
In
the
field,
1911,
you
know
what
I
be
on
I
be
tapped
in
with
killers,
we
ain't
makin'
songs
I
ain't
no
coach,
take
him
out
the
game,
that
boy
gone
What
I
look
like
going
broke
just
to
get
fresh?
I
ain't
even
know
this
bitch
for
30
minutes,
she
gave
me
neck,
ayy
Niggas
be
dyin'
in
that
field,
I
can't
relax
I
came
across
a
real
plug,
he
gave
me
some
work,
I
brought
it
back,
nigga
Shit,
I
had
to
get
focused
When
I
mix
that
lean
with
the
Percs,
feel
like
I'm
floatin',
nigga
I
make
money
every
day
'cause
I
got
motion
Say
she
tryna
take
a
risk,
I
told
her
put
it
on
the
floor
then,
yeah
Man,
all
this
money,
it
keep
comin'
in
Look,
I
ain't
scared
to
use
my
gun,
I'm
really
one
of
them
Man,
I
fuck
hoes
and
put
'em
out,
her
friend
like,
"Why
you
even
fuck
with
him?"
And
we
gon'
kill
you
too,
we
hearin'
that
you
fuck
with
them
Hey,
hey,
I
could
coach
you
Phil
Jack',
I
could
coach
you
Bill
Belichick,
I
could
coach
you
My
baby,
I
could
coach
you
Bitch,
I'm
worth
a
million
on
the
low,
you
ain't
know?
Talkin'
'bout
some
motion
Bitch,
I'm
every
wave,
yeah,
the
scene
in
the
ocean
You
ain't
never
seen
a
young
nigga
this
focused
Talkin'
'bout
a
plug
Bitch,
I'm
with
the
chemist
and
the
grower
I'm
on
my
99th
run
Ran
through
a
hundred
pounds
with
this
leaf
blower
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