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lirik lagu my coat/triple s remix – the deciphers

it’s jmc in this motherf*cker

[verse 1: d*licious & nac el suave]
ak47 strike in your dome piece
on my rat sh*t since i’m out for the cheese (okay)
i still got feelings now it’s lowkey (i do)
bad b*tch in the stu she wetter than ski (water)
i know she looks at me like a trophy (like what?)
she told me how she never leave but now it’s too late
now i’m on my grind to get food on my plate
your death is our crew’s fate (no lie)
don’t test me i ain’t no joke
lil yachty i always boat
2nd degree i put on my coat
[verse 2: ily91]
2nd degree i put on my coat sh*t
just got annihilated by the potion
b*tches on top me getting faded i might throw sh*t
type of feel i feel like patrick bateman when i’m floating
you been down while i been getting slamming head from thotties
don’t talk to me your b*tch is built like a anorexic zombie
i got keijo ass doing piano lessons probably
they crying like why is juan santos standing flexing on me
i just f*cked a old b*tch, yeah her name was gertrude
know i keep a super soaker on me i might hurt you
b*tterfly in my right hand see that’s gon surf you
and now i’m out way pass my curfew
that girl smell like sh*t i told that b*tch to take a shower
hoe i got an extra towel or at least put on some perfume
this sh*t got the ray on, i ain’t talking riyan bhutto
where i take that bag it’s true though
know my choppa speaking urdu
i got b*tches throwing asses for the camera
now i’m toting on this hammer
now i’m making that boy twerk too
ak47 up on me, i might merk you
my sh*t sound like a volcano, i might burn you
i’m up in bed with 8 thots they acting choosy tho
know what’s on you head it’s a dot, no ant mascuzzio
[verse 3: ap ballout]
b*tch ass wearing f*cking rick cons i had to do him wrong
stacking blues taller nate mondi i’m trying to get some gold
when we catch a opp my son gunna he never fold

[verse 4: nac el suave]
call me a master like i’m obi wan ken0bi
shooting from the paint like i’m manu gen0bili
b*tches on my phone but i keep it lowkey
like jordan burroughs the gold is what i see

[verse 5: ap ballout]
you know i’m smoking on ra that boy got me smacked
when i spin through the sev i’m leaving it flat

[verse 6: ily91]
finger steady itching now he leave while i laugh
and them boys know i keep a choppa
got a freak hoe attached

[verse 7: nac el suave]
i don’t tote the nine
no i ain’t about that life but if we gotta switch sh*t boy we go trife

[verse 8: ap ballout]
yeah you know we going trife
we striped like dyk*s (ebskiii)
[verse 9: ily91]
ass moving now they at my pipe
my whole ski mask light but i got fat ass ice

[verse 10: nac el suave & ap ballout]
we shine like the new york street lights
i’m like 6 heads deep you know that’s how we slide (yuh)
uh, front on us then it’s on sight
i don’t lie i’m not scared to make a brotha fly

[outro: nac el suave & d*licious]
yo d tell em what we gonna do
we gon pop em like a zit
(the deciphers)
and that’s word 2

- the deciphers

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