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remain 100 - coach joey & damjonboi lyrics

[intro: risktaker d*boy]
(coach me, joey)
yeah
it’s that
(damjonboi)
ayy

[verse 1: coach joey]
n*ggas think ’cause i’m rich i won’t slide through? (i won’t slide, n*gga?)
i still be in this b*tch, why i can’t find you? (i’m right here, n*gga)
i was raised on the seven by some drug dealers (by some drug dealers)
then i went to m*ffer, met some real k!llers (met some real k!llers)
n*ggas say they on my head, yeah, okay
keep clips in this b*tch, i don’t role play
chains with a lil’ ice cube like i’m oshay (oshay)
d*boy made a k!llin’ off the white girl, o.j
why you still in this b*tch? better rotate (better move)
know some young n*ggas that’ll do you broad day (bah)
for a little bit of cake like he anna mae (eat cake, b*tch)
and when he slide, they gon’ see him, you don’t hide his face (at all)
[chorus: risktaker d*boy & coach joey]
i’m still in the hood with them n*ggas and them choppers and you know they hold a hundred
you know they hold a hundred
i’m still in the trenches with my n*ggas and them n*ggas that i with remain a hundred
remain a hundred
i’m still in the hood with them grimy*ass n*ggas, do whatever for the money, do whatever for the money
i’m still in the trenches, motherf*ckin’
(if you owe me, better come up) with my money, better come up with my money (hey, [?], ayy)

[verse 2: risktaker d*boy]
i’ll f*ck around and blow a n*gga block up (grrah)
oh, they slappin’? i’ll shoot a n*gga spot up (ayy)
hit they fiends with some sh*t that i ain’t touch yet
come back tomorrow, sew they whole f*ckin’ block up (uh*huh)
i was raised up on plymouth on the deep end (d*rock)
ain’t no gettin’ out this sh*t, b*tch, we deep in (we [?])
it’s some money in that pot, you better reach in (whip it)
since i’ve been f*ckin’ with that ice, b*tch, i keep ten
it’s some n*ggas owe me money, but they paid up (run that sh*t)
n*gga ran off with them p’s and got k’d up
yeah, i f*cked a lot of hoes, but i don’t lay up
know a lot of n*ggas’ business, i don’t say much (ayy, what?)

[chorus: risktaker d*boy & coach joey]
i’m still in the hood with them n*ggas and them choppers and you know they hold a hundred
you know they hold a hundred
i’m still in the trenches with my n*ggas and them n*ggas that i with remain a hundred
remain a hundred
i’m still in the hood with them grimy*ass n*ggas, do whatever for the money, do whatever for the money
i’m still in the trenches, motherf*ckin’
(if you owe me, better come up) with my money, better come up with my money
[verse 3: damjonboi]
hit a b*tch, she text me back with the pray hands (i swear)
good work for the fiends, i make ’em breakdance (jah did)
it’s a war goin’ on, so we can’t shake hands (f*ck ’em)
they sleep on me, i’ve been cuttin’ up since skate [?] (woo)
’bout to take over this b*tch and let the eights in (swear to god)
tell her come and f*ck with gang, she might make ten (b*tch)
my b*tch pulled up and had her type friend with her
blood pulled up with drac’, not that lightskin n*gga (buh, buh, buh, buh)
bands on me, p*ssy n*gga die if he put his hands on me (b*tch)
the hot point, been done f*ck around and jammed on him (woo)
iced up, and i got a couple bands on me (that check)
chopper ’bout to beg ’cause i heard they layin’ on me (b*tch), b*tch

- coach joey damjonboi lyrics

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