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Coach
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In Tour
Hip-Hop/Rap
Coach è stato pubblicato il 1 gennaio 2020 da Icewater Division come parte dell'album Red
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AlbumRed
Data di uscita1 gennaio 2020
EtichettaIcewater Division
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM64

Video musicale

Video musicale

Testi

I feel like a coach 'cause I be runnin' up so many plays
Got too many diamonds on my neck, they shinin', hurt yo' face
I hop in the foreign and I drive it like I'm in a race
Ain't lovin' these bitches, only thing I'm lookin' for is a bank
I'm movin' real slow 'cause a young **** been sippin' on that drank
No, I can't fuck with you if you not a part of IceWater Gang
Young Diego Money, now my name blowin' up just like propane
Yeah I heard you was so mad that you was just a little known name
Diamonds white like cocaine
Spent tons, just my range
Ridin' in a Bentley, no Range
I'm too real, never could change
Give me that cash, no fame
Run it up, then blue frame
Too much cash, I need me a Benz truck
Ice chain look like it came out the freezer
Look at my swag, it's breakin' the meter
Young iced ****, boy I stay with the heater
I'm talkin' 'bout money, I don't wanna meet ya
Give me ten thousand if you want you a feature
Bitch can't get right, then I'ma leave her
Big Diego, I am the leader
Can't trust these bitches, you know they be evil
Ain't trustin' these ****, I'm trustin' my guns
Young iced **** the chosen one
These **** be hatin', I'm runnin' up funds
Diamonds, they on me, they shine like the sun
Yeah I'm prayin' for all these ****, my sons
Chasin' the cash, and I'm on a hunt
Doin' the things for all my young's
I feel like a coach 'cause I be runnin' up so many plays
Got too many diamonds on my neck, they shinin', hurt yo' face
I hop in the foreign and I drive it like I'm in a race
Ain't lovin' these bitches, only thing I'm lookin' for is a bank
I'm movin' real slow 'cause a young **** been sippin' on that drank
No, I can't fuck with you if you not a part of IceWater Gang
Young Diego Money, now my name blowin' up just like propane
Yeah I heard you was so mad that you was just a little known name
Diamonds white like cocaine
Spent tons, just my range
Ridin' in a Bentley, no Range
I'm too real, never could change
Give me that cash, no fame
Run it up, then blue frame
Give me that cash, no fame
Run it up, then blue frame
Written by: Diego Money
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