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larry coker
by Boulevard Mitch

Damn, Damn
Damn

Verse
I done missed her face, nutted on her bedsheet
In the foreign ass coupe that you seen on TV
Come to the spot I got gas like BP
Short ass hoe wanna suck my pee pee
Got kicked out of the house, Ma know I still scheme
Yo pack been gone cause bitch I took it
Just strip bitch, nobody looking
Come to the back where nobody looking
He got spinned now his brains is crooked
I got lean and Sprite then I goddamn shook it
I hit free, I ain't paying no hooker
I coach to trap like Larry Coker
I coach a bitch round like Larry Coker
Told him bring his cash, he think we playing poker
My dick in her throat, she is a choker
Gotta duck this raggedy ass whip, it's stolen
Can't open up, my door ain't open
She don't want to be a hoe, she want to be like Oprah
Got so much flower, like a cornucopia
We ran in his trap make his front door open up
We gotta leave fast I got stolen stuff
Ditch that blick, it's a stolen gun
Baby arch yo back, just hold it up
Standing still off lean, Ima frozen thug
I been counting all day I got swollen thumbs
Nigga shoot yo fade don't fold up
And I came in this bitch with doja
Gotta Bonecrusher Glock ima Bone Thug
When you fucked that bitch she ain't moan once
Her throat so deep she got a throat dungeon
I'm deep in the drank I'm cold plunging
Think you know bout Mitch? you don't know none
In Nike running shoes tryna dope run
She said she was gone post you but she ain't post none
I came in this bih with a ghost gun
Good lean it be charging my protons
My dick, where she snorting the snow on

 You was scary as fuck you ain't take shit

 Yeen take shit up on that mission
Putting cash in the bag, took his goddamn pension
When I talk just fucking listen
Snooping round, take his shit, I'm grinching
She a real freak she into fisting
Goddamn just chill let me fuck yo friend
Let me pull on her hair and do you next
If you don't bring nothing, just bring yo neck
Can you bring me two cups and a pair of breasts?
I'm off the drank, I need some rest
I'm off the za, I need some rest
Damn, Damn  

    

Song: Larry Coker

Artist: Boulevard Mitch

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