Video Intentional de Coast Contra 2024 Rap Lyrics

Coast Contra - Intentional Lyrics

Intentional Lyrics[Intro: Eric]
We had zeros now them commas up
If you ain’t step in 505 you can’t come with us
I’ma split it with my niggas then we double up
Jealousy, love & hate that’s why they loving us!

[Hook: Ras]
Yea Nigga, I just pulled up on yo bitch that’s intentional
Nigga luck don’t mean shit that shit's intentional
Ain’t no accidentally rich that’s intentional
How that bitch gone be yo bitch and she ain’t mention you?
[Verse 1: Taj]
Real titty nigga shit
Bitch this legacy is ducking felonies and statistics
They be middle mannin’, gotta come to me to get the business
They just lil mannin’
Bitch I’m Eli Manning, Giant difference in this pimp talk
She gon fuck with me, you fuck on me you get this pep talk
Dick is ambidextrous, pick it right up where you left off though
And it’s heaven in my home, I get the best thoughts
7 seconds left I'm playin home, I shot the nets off though
Fuck pretending like I’m winnin, bitch I can’t lose
This a mindset, in this life ain’t nothing I can’t do
Gotta do my best, tryna do my best was painful
Shit been shapin’ up, I got new angles

[Verse 2: Eric]
I wanna know how it taste (I do)
Big house with a gate (new)
Outback gotta lake (that's new)
Outback making steak (nigga new shit)
Momma watching Ricky Lake (exclusive)
Pop working Upstate (exclusive)
Real shit we was Broke (facts)
Real Niggas never break (they don't)
All my niggas gonna eat (let's go)
Before we eat we say grace (eat that)
Humble pie humble pie (let's go)
Everybody grab plates (gotta wash that)
We done came a long way (yea yea)
We done came a long way (yea yea)
Sipping grape Kool-Aid (fact)
Basketball on a crate (ballin)
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Yea Nigga, I just pulled up on yo bitch that’s intentional
Nigga luck don’t mean shit that shit's intentional
Ain’t no accidentally rich that’s intentional
How that bitch gon be yo bitch and she ain’t mention you?

[Verse 3: Rio]
Uh
Intencional, yea
No hay más igual, naw
Que quieres mas?
Yo tengo mucho más pa' dar (ven pa’ ca)
Vamos a fumar and count up millions at the top (count it up)
I hit the club, niggas salute and bitches get in line
El general de cinco estrellas bitch I gotta shine (si!)
Hopped out the car like double dutch The engine say wassup (yea)
Stepped in this bitch drinking pimp juice out my pimp cup
I been getting dizzy , burning down a blizzy
Dreaming bout a coupe all white like lizzy
Calling me to hit it but a nigga too busy
Pimp game frigid, In something tinted
Like a politician, All I wanna see is benjis

[Verse 4: Ras]
These junkies hostile
Bitch I’m dope enough to stuff a nostril
Been down bad
No dollar to my name was feeling prideful
I bounced back
These Creflo Dollar bills I’m talking gospel
I does that, yeah
Aye who does that like this?
Bitch it’s Ras Austin
Pipe with duel exhaustion
Ride my dick with caution
Gas on em
She don’t do this often
This girl way too awesome
Pass on em yeah
I like Queens on my team
Get these wins up
Shit is such a breeze
Roll yo window up
Get Benz up, uh
Grinding with the team
My legacy look supped up
Cooking new cuisine peep my recipe need food truck yeah
Ahhh Yeah
You get chewed up
Kings yeah we kings yeah we slick Rick ruler