Three 6 Mafia ft. Tay B, Cam Dinero & TLG Deuce Lyrics

Coach Me Joey

MIA JayC

Huh, yeah, yeah

Hmm, alright, alright

You cut up on this one, JayC

Huh, tryna play me like a hoe

I ain't havin' that, I just wanna fuck the bitch

You can have her after that

I'm just tryna run this music shit, I been had the trap

I be makin' double what it cost so I don't have to tax

Askin' me for money all the time, I still give it

My mind be tellin' me to say no, I still did it

A lot of niggas prayin' that I lose, I'm still winnin

Couple niggas really wanna kill me, I'm still livin

Put mo hoes in a bag than Saint Nick

Your hoe a goer, nigga, I don't want that skank bitch

Ain't gotta say shit, these VVs, you can't miss

Plug with the mafia, they think I'm Trey Six

Can you turn this up?

Fifty in a day, I done seen it

They was sleep on me till I pulled up in they dream whip

Beat a bitch down, let her shop out of Neiman's

They don't want beef, yeah, I think these niggas vegan

My lil' nigga work for Gary, he a ice a nigga

Just like human trafficking, I'm tryna buy a nigga

I ain't want to hit his hoe, I just don't like the nigga

I'm finna send it through the air, I don't like drivin' wit it

Free Shiesty

I just snuck my gun inside the club, piss me off

And I a fuck on every hoe you love

Niggas broke as hell, they done voted Biden over Trump

I was runnin' niggas' hoes before I ran into the plug

I spent twelve hundred cash on these new blickies

I let chops flash, nigga, I don't do pictures

Need one fifty for a ball, no hoop shit

Named my bloid vein Killer, cause he shoot shit

Get niggas laminated, put some wholes in 'em till he see through

Man of steel, I keep iron on me like a nigga wrinkled

From the Six, but keep the fi on me like I came from Fenkell

I'll get yo' ass scratched off like you got shingles

You can feel the bullets flyin' through the air, Bennie Sigel

I know I can get a bird out in Philly like the Eagles

That ain't yo' hoe, she on my finsta eating dick like she single

We got Hellcat Strikers and my passenger the Reaper

I got dog shit tucked, half dirty, half legal

Good hearted nigga still a get you killed, half evil

Showin' yo' hand, boy, you bout to crash out, Don Cheadle

Tent dark, on a whip, you can't see me, John Cena

Made a sixty last month, ain't seen that shit since I made it

If this shit on the floor, yo' shit gone on the pavement

Put up a hundred last week, shit, I feel like Will Chamberlain

They can give me the book before I ever write a statement

Take a nigga bitch heard he don't know what to do with it

Million Man March a hoe, you don't know who hit it

You the type to get yo' shit snatched and get blew with it

Deuce handin' spankers out, bitch, I got two switches