Tay B, Coach Joey - Own Shit lyrics
[Tay B, Coach Joey - Own Shit lyrics]
(Coach me, Joey)
Yeah, all facts, lil' nigga, huh? Man, huh
These niggas wearin' wires in they attire
Though send my lil' nigga in
Meijer like he Michael, Though
Keep a real snotty nose 'cause I'm icy
Though
You be beating on your hoes, you like Ikey
Though huh, my daddy was a kingpin
I'm just like him
I just wanna see my team win
Overdose on bullshit is what your fiend did
I just gained ten pounds
That's what the lean did
Uh, I don't ask where a nigga at
We just do us
We don't like to get into that
I just put her on the road and
Stuff 'em where her liver at
Ruth Chris the only place we eating dinner at
On the road for days
Music shit got me missin' plays
See we chasin' real bags
We ain't doin' shit for fame
Hit Saks and act an ass, yeah
They say I misbehaved
I ain't fuck her, she was funky
Tell that bitch to bathe
When you a family, baby
Everybody get a chain when we get Grammys
Ain't nobody gon' have shit to say
I ain't got shit for 'em
They ain't have shit for Tay
Stop talking 'bout what you had
You ain't got shit today
Huh, lil' nigga, get your own shit, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout your home's shit, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout that old shit, yeah
Lil' nigga, get your own shit, uh
Had to boss up on my old bitch, yeah
Plain 36, that's my old kit
She fucked me on the low
You ain't know shit, Huh
Lil' nigga, get your own bitch
I got my own crib, got my own bitch
Fucked some cold hoes, I got a long list
Naw, my pants ain't tight, they just fit me
Huh you walk around with big-ass
Pants and they empty, Huh
Kill a rapper and his fans if he diss me, huh
Don't fuck with niggas, they some
Actors and they iffy, Huh
Yeah, we got that cornbread
This ain't Jiffy, Huh
Niggas know I ain't shy with this glizzy
Huh
I heard
(What you heard?) , you be beating on her
No wonder why she cheating on you (Dummy)
So she slide through and let me
Put a beating on her (Beat it up)
The bed goin' out
You can hear the squeaks on it (Hear that?)
Take my chain off my neck and
Make her lick on it (Lick that shit)
I ain't stingy, baby
I'll spend some chips on it
My life a movie, baby, lights, camera, action
I really fucked the city up, Kilpatrick
Takin' care of motherfuckers
I make shit happen the only thing that I
Fear is these backstabbers (Snakes)
I'ma brush that shit off
Like it never happened (It didn't happen)
Wake up, go to Gary, cop another necklace
Huh, lil' nigga, get your own shit, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout your home's shit, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout that old shit, yeah
Lil' nigga, get your own shit, uh
Had to boss up on my old bitch, yeah
Plain 36, that's my old kit
She fucked me on the low
You ain't know shit, Huh
Lil' nigga, get your own bitch
Yeah, all facts, lil' nigga, huh? Man, huh
These niggas wearin' wires in they attire
Though send my lil' nigga in
Meijer like he Michael, Though
Keep a real snotty nose 'cause I'm icy
Though
You be beating on your hoes, you like Ikey
Though huh, my daddy was a kingpin
I'm just like him
I just wanna see my team win
Overdose on bullshit is what your fiend did
I just gained ten pounds
That's what the lean did
Uh, I don't ask where a nigga at
We just do us
We don't like to get into that
I just put her on the road and
Stuff 'em where her liver at
Ruth Chris the only place we eating dinner at
On the road for days
Music shit got me missin' plays
See we chasin' real bags
We ain't doin' shit for fame
Hit Saks and act an ass, yeah
They say I misbehaved
I ain't fuck her, she was funky
Tell that bitch to bathe
When you a family, baby
Everybody get a chain when we get Grammys
Ain't nobody gon' have shit to say
I ain't got shit for 'em
They ain't have shit for Tay
Stop talking 'bout what you had
You ain't got shit today
Huh, lil' nigga, get your own shit, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout your home's shit, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout that old shit, yeah
Lil' nigga, get your own shit, uh
Had to boss up on my old bitch, yeah
Plain 36, that's my old kit
She fucked me on the low
You ain't know shit, Huh
Lil' nigga, get your own bitch
I got my own crib, got my own bitch
Fucked some cold hoes, I got a long list
Naw, my pants ain't tight, they just fit me
Huh you walk around with big-ass
Pants and they empty, Huh
Kill a rapper and his fans if he diss me, huh
Don't fuck with niggas, they some
Actors and they iffy, Huh
Yeah, we got that cornbread
This ain't Jiffy, Huh
Niggas know I ain't shy with this glizzy
Huh
I heard
(What you heard?) , you be beating on her
No wonder why she cheating on you (Dummy)
So she slide through and let me
Put a beating on her (Beat it up)
The bed goin' out
You can hear the squeaks on it (Hear that?)
Take my chain off my neck and
Make her lick on it (Lick that shit)
I ain't stingy, baby
I'll spend some chips on it
My life a movie, baby, lights, camera, action
I really fucked the city up, Kilpatrick
Takin' care of motherfuckers
I make shit happen the only thing that I
Fear is these backstabbers (Snakes)
I'ma brush that shit off
Like it never happened (It didn't happen)
Wake up, go to Gary, cop another necklace
Huh, lil' nigga, get your own shit, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout your home's shit, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout that old shit, yeah
Lil' nigga, get your own shit, uh
Had to boss up on my old bitch, yeah
Plain 36, that's my old kit
She fucked me on the low
You ain't know shit, Huh
Lil' nigga, get your own bitch