(Yea, Gelato)
Uh- I heard yo man's wanna touch me, I'ma slime him out (Yea)
Put that boy up in a coffin, now he can't get out (Nope)
I told myself, "I'ma make it" I ain't have a doubt (Yea, yea)
I swear I want all my money, I ain't seen a drought (Yea)
If you think that shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout
If you think this shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout (Yea, yea)
I could pull out .223, or punch you in yo' mouth (Fah-fah)
I got people from my city, and some in the south (In the south)
Tell that boy to shut the f*ck up, he be too damn loud (Loud)
Talkin' all that shit, I'll have my boys run up in yo house
Bitch, I'm steady clutchin' on the drake, I can't go without
You don't want me to succeed? Bitch, you is a clown
High as hell up off that drank, had me spinning around
They know I got motion, Bitch, I'm off that potion
Deep up in that ocean, She want me, no trojan (Bitch)
I'm cold like I'm frozen (Frozen)
I ain't give emotion (Nope)
F*ck all yo' promotion
That bitch act like I'm the chosen
Throw me in that water, They ain't even know that I could swim (swim)
Run up in the mall, walk up out that bitch, my fit too trim
I want 24' on my rims, them bitches too big
I want 35 bullets in my clip, that bitch a switch
Uh- I heard yo man's wanna touch me, I'ma slime him out (Yea)
Put that boy up in a coffin, now he can't get out (Nope)
I told myself, "I'ma make it" I ain't have a doubt (Yea, yea)
I swear I want all my money, I ain't seen a drought (Yea)
If you think that shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout
If you think this shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout
I could pull out .223, or punch you in yo mouth
I got people from my city, and some in the south
That bitch leeching for some clout, I just tell her no
That bitch reachin' for my GLOCK, I'm like "Woah, Woah"
Uh- Bitch, I jump up out the window, if you lock the door
Creepy ass bitch tried to set me up, I gotta go
Yea, Coughing up some smoke, Roll up smoke a roach
You ain't even top five, actin' like a coach
(You ain't even top five, actin' like a coach)
Ayngelato - COACH Lyrics
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(Yea, Gelato)
Uh- I heard yo man's wanna touch me, I'ma slime him out (Yea)
Put that boy up in a coffin, now he can't get out (Nope)
I told myself, "I'ma make it" I ain't have a doubt (Yea, yea)
I swear I want all my money, I ain't seen a drought (Yea)
If you think that shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout
If you think this shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout (Yea, yea)
I could pull out .223, or punch you in yo' mouth (Fah-fah)
I got people from my city, and some in the south (In the south)
Tell that boy to shut the f*ck up, he be too damn loud (Loud)
Talkin' all that shit, I'll have my boys run up in yo house
Bitch, I'm steady clutchin' on the drake, I can't go without
You don't want me to succeed? Bitch, you is a clown
High as hell up off that drank, had me spinning around
They know I got motion, Bitch, I'm off that potion
Deep up in that ocean, She want me, no trojan (Bitch)
I'm cold like I'm frozen (Frozen)
I ain't give emotion (Nope)
F*ck all yo' promotion
That bitch act like I'm the chosen
Throw me in that water, They ain't even know that I could swim (swim)
Run up in the mall, walk up out that bitch, my fit too trim
I want 24' on my rims, them bitches too big
I want 35 bullets in my clip, that bitch a switch
Uh- I heard yo man's wanna touch me, I'ma slime him out (Yea)
Put that boy up in a coffin, now he can't get out (Nope)
I told myself, "I'ma make it" I ain't have a doubt (Yea, yea)
I swear I want all my money, I ain't seen a drought (Yea)
If you think that shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout
If you think this shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout
I could pull out .223, or punch you in yo mouth
I got people from my city, and some in the south
That bitch leeching for some clout, I just tell her no
That bitch reachin' for my GLOCK, I'm like "Woah, Woah"
Uh- Bitch, I jump up out the window, if you lock the door
Creepy ass bitch tried to set me up, I gotta go
Yea, Coughing up some smoke, Roll up smoke a roach
You ain't even top five, actin' like a coach
(You ain't even top five, actin' like a coach)
Uh- I heard yo man's wanna touch me, I'ma slime him out (Yea)
Put that boy up in a coffin, now he can't get out (Nope)
I told myself, "I'ma make it" I ain't have a doubt (Yea, yea)
I swear I want all my money, I ain't seen a drought (Yea)
If you think that shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout
If you think this shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout (Yea, yea)
I could pull out .223, or punch you in yo' mouth (Fah-fah)
I got people from my city, and some in the south (In the south)
Tell that boy to shut the f*ck up, he be too damn loud (Loud)
Talkin' all that shit, I'll have my boys run up in yo house
Bitch, I'm steady clutchin' on the drake, I can't go without
You don't want me to succeed? Bitch, you is a clown
High as hell up off that drank, had me spinning around
They know I got motion, Bitch, I'm off that potion
Deep up in that ocean, She want me, no trojan (Bitch)
I'm cold like I'm frozen (Frozen)
I ain't give emotion (Nope)
F*ck all yo' promotion
That bitch act like I'm the chosen
Throw me in that water, They ain't even know that I could swim (swim)
Run up in the mall, walk up out that bitch, my fit too trim
I want 24' on my rims, them bitches too big
I want 35 bullets in my clip, that bitch a switch
Uh- I heard yo man's wanna touch me, I'ma slime him out (Yea)
Put that boy up in a coffin, now he can't get out (Nope)
I told myself, "I'ma make it" I ain't have a doubt (Yea, yea)
I swear I want all my money, I ain't seen a drought (Yea)
If you think that shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout
If you think this shit is sweet, come see what I'm bout
I could pull out .223, or punch you in yo mouth
I got people from my city, and some in the south
That bitch leeching for some clout, I just tell her no
That bitch reachin' for my GLOCK, I'm like "Woah, Woah"
Uh- Bitch, I jump up out the window, if you lock the door
Creepy ass bitch tried to set me up, I gotta go
Yea, Coughing up some smoke, Roll up smoke a roach
You ain't even top five, actin' like a coach
(You ain't even top five, actin' like a coach)
Writer: Angel JX
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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