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Coach Tev - Nimitz Sweater lyrics

Artist: Coach Tev

album: Home by Dawn


Run it from the top so I can get that vibe...
Me myself
Myself and I
Yea, Whoa
Ay Lil Chilly got the wrist
And I provide the pot
Bought myself a pen
And hit that bish a lot
They ask me where I've been
Ain't seen you on the block
Way too hot
I had to leave that spot
I fell in love with a thot
It's a shame
I can't act this way
With my daddy's name
Gotta maintain
Fuck the fame I can't forget from where I've came
It's not a game crooked letter
Irving Nimitz signed sweater
I feel great, I feel better
Now that I know
That I'm a head of
All you niggas
Back in the day
Thought you were neat (What)
And you were but that is where ur talents peaked (Oh damn)
You don't put in work but think you can compete
Boy you arrogant as hell 'cause that's a reach
Know I keep my distance from the spies
In the kitchen hit it with the spice
Eating good with my family
'Cause time is something money never buys
Coconut Soup (Soup)
Color of the coupé (Yea)
Dreamer in pursuit
I will never ever fluke (No)
Coconut Soup
Color of the coupé
Dreamer in pursuit
I will never ever fluke, no
I just left Grambling down in the Boot
Stepped out the crib pressed down with the suit
That's that bespoke (Alright)
I can't be broke (Nah)
My jacket like a cloak
They take you for a joke
J08s toss the oop that's a great slam (Uh)
The way I spread the vibe just like grape jam (Chilly)
And lil shorty say my crib mondo (Mondo)
She was down in Texas from the Congo
Or there go Susan in that blue van just cruisin
I just put her onto me and Coach Tev music
Watch out now
Watch out now
Watch out now
Watch out now
Ride smooth
Ride for the crew
Watch out now
Watch out now
Wise fool
Rise for the dude
Watch out now
Watch out now
Watch out now
Watch out now
Watch out now
Watch out now
Ride smooth
Ride for the crew
Watch out now
Watch out now
Wise fool
Rise for the dude
Watch out now
Watch out now
Maaaan spent my last buck-fifty on some Aloe Vera
But it's cool I'm stocked with hits like I'm Yogi Berra
Hawk a spit, poppin shit like Stojakovic
Real shit I got a lot to piss
Real shit I got a lot to clean
Coke whites on my feet straight from Medellín
When you see him catch his groove, do not intervene
It's a lot devil worshipping behind them screens

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