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lirik lagu take mine – coach joey

take mine lyrics
[chorus: b ryan]
ball like we ball
grind like we grind
talk like we talk
life, tryna take mine

[verse 1 ?]
you going brazy off that molly, you a ho ho
why you n*ggas acting like we ain’t squad though?
like we ain’t get n*ggas [?]
like i wasn’t losing sleep back in 06?
and i still ain’t been sleep yet
[?] new jet
n*ggas can’t talk to me, till they touch 10
f*ck that, i ain’t even wanna talk then
ya’ll n*ggas talk too much
ya’ll n*ggas broke, ya’ll n*ggas ain’t earned enough
i put the city on my back, who else did that?
you doing what i did, but now n*gga, we off that

[chorus: b ryan]
ball like we ball
grind like we grind
talk like we talk
life, tryna take mine
[verse 2 ?]
put a mark on your head, so don’t play with my cash, kid
mad i hit his ho, and made that b*tch f*ck cash kidd
trigger finger itching, like a crack head
[?] flock together, we like [?]
b*tch, if we don’t know you, we gon tax then
chopper make a p*ssy n*gga tap in
leave the crib with [?]
[?] to his face, watch the toughest n*gga panic
taking hoes out just to hit, how romantic
these n*ggas do the lamest just to f*ck, that sh*t crazy
everybody strapped, tell me [?]
yo b*tch a deman, boy, her head game dangerous

[chorus: b ryan]
ball like we ball
grind like we grind
talk like we talk
life, tryna take mine

[verse 3 ?]
why you n*ggas acting like i won’t up the stick?
f*ck around, and pop everybody in this b*tch
n*ggas love to play they role when they see me gunning
n*ggas better stand in line, like the teacher coming
threw a 30 on a 40, cause it look better
went and got a young b*tch, cause they f*ck better
got it old school, i ain’t copped the [?] yet
old b*tch ain’t even gave up the coochie yet
[?] squad full of p*ssys [?]
need another one like khaled, n*gga, we the best
shoot a n*gga in his neck, he don’t need a vest
me and [?] we don’t need to rest
[chorus: b ryan]
ball like we ball
grind like we grind
talk like we talk
life, tryna take mine

[verse 4 ?]
f*ck around, lose your life, tryna take mine
put a hole in your [?]
bring out the [?] rolie, i had to [?] mine
got 50,000 on me, crossing state lines
[?] sound like a baseline
i’m surrounded by the shooters [?]
get a n*gga life took, for a pint of juice
[?] my n*gga 8ball, who the f*ck is you?
[?] bad motherf*cker, gotta get [?]
hit the streets, turn beef to a pot of stue
crazy wrist work, i could turn 1 to 2
[?] get his ass blue

[verse 5: honey oso]
where b*tches been hiding, b*tch, i been sliding
b*tch, i got [?] that’s the bomb, call me bin ladin
i just used the slot, and got 10 out it
matter fact, i slide down like i’m ziplining
tryna slide down, man, that b*tch dumb
put you in your place, like low income
b*tch, you big dumb, don’t get hurt, bae
b*tch, i think i’m pretty, like irene on her birthday
we them same b*tches, that won’t hang with you
f*ck you, and every b*tch that came with you
b*tch, you talking crazy, yeah, till them things hit you
when we come in packs, you getting popped like a pain k!ller
[verse 6: allstar jr]
somebody find me a b*tch i ain’t hit yet
a hundred percent of these hoes, boy, i ain’t get spent
my old b*tch say i’m broke, think the b*tch pressed
buying foreign clothes, give a f*ck about this b*tch rent
n*gga, 50 choppers in the offace, and they all our’s
hit your house, hear it all around, we toating [?]
made 30 g’s f*cking up them wallmarts
your workers dumb, they be f*cking up them cars, huh
broke n*gga, re*up
need it bad, speed up
pistol on lunch break, n*ggas finna get beat up
cool on the chop, please run for it get heat up
call the [?] n*ggas, they done got cleaned up

[verse 7: cash kidd]
chopsticks, spike kicks, fresh ass criminal
ya’ll [?] not f*cking with us, i’m speaking in general
seen his ho on my d*ck, and i ain’t tweeting sabliminals
[?] go hit her [?] when i see her, i’m drilling her
pop said boy, you a savage, i raised me a general
[?] finger f*ck it, we just friends with benefits
i just milked a dumb b*tch, she be thinking we serious
[?] glad you on your [?]
said that [?] b*tch come here
had to hop off the bentch, like it’s a buss near
b*tch, i’m here right now, f*ck who was here
got her swalloing b*lls like her tongue pe*rs*d
lil bro got more heart than your leader
[?] twins on your ass, them boys demans
catch you tryna creep, [?] like cheaters
[?] like a beeper
freak b*tch, turn around, we ain’t doing missionary
straight back shots, i don’t want you looking at me [?]
[?] took a xannie
pocket rocket, keep that lil b*tch like i’m a sugar daddy

- coach joey

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