Coley

Coley - Alley Oop lyrics

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I don’t give a fuck unless we’re talking about some business!

Sam’s got problems, I put that weight on myself to fix it

I don’t like the way I gotta play the game to get it

But I’mma do it, there’s a mission behind all my pimping.

If I’m not dunking, I’m a fucking Alley Oop, bro

One for the money, two for hundreds, three is for the show.

So Alley, Alley, Alley Oop, bro!

Hot, I’m Coley, think I could have wrote a book on pimping

Taught my brother, ain’t no artist when it comes to get it

I’m not confused, don’t know why I do this, I want is simply

Because I can’t and just approve, it’s true the all who witness.

And yeah, I’m dirty, I’ll clean up when Pepsi won’t do business

Check my background, I know my future then shit on my checklist

But I remain a silly boy, my grit is extra-senseless

I take my chick to Wendy’s, while you buy your chick a necklace.

Got some business on my check, let’s play up!

Got some women on my check, let’s play up!

Oh, Alley Oop, I’m overdone, that player

And oops, I’m back, I’mma dunk that player!

Hook:

I don’t give a fuck unless we’re talking about some business!

Sam’s got problems, I put that weight on myself to fix it

I don’t like the way I gotta play the game to get it

But I’mma do it, there’s a mission behind all my pimping

If I’m not dunking, I’m a fucking Alley Oop, bro

One for the money, two for hundreds, three is for the show.

So Alley, Alley, Alley Oop, bro!

Alley, Alley, Alley Oop, bro!

Yeah, moving through my city (my city)

Street lights shining down on my fitted (my fitted)

If it's bout that bread than I'm with it (I’m with it)

Putting in work with me we gonna split it (gonna split it)

I'm just riding round til I get it (I get it)

Can't nobody stop me on it, I'm on it (I'm on it)

On that mission to get me that money (that money)

You can't slow me down if I want it (I want it)

It's that UGK for life mentality (mentality)

R.I.P. if you wanna battle me (battle me)

You can go toe to toe from the dough, home boy

But you already know what that will be (that will be!)

Nothing but another damn casualty

The watch is dead, but watch it worse

True gladiators, they stay on deck

So don’t get ... on the curb you heard.

50-50 on the game, my player

50-50 with some dames, my player

I follow Broco to the teeth, my player

If you do too, you’re cool with me, my player!

Hook:

I don’t give a fuck unless we’re talking about some business!

Sam’s got problems, I put that weight on myself to fix it

I don’t like the way I gotta play the game to get it

But I’mma do it, there’s a mission behind all my pimping

If I’m not dunking, I’m a fucking Alley Oop, bro

One for the money, two for hundreds, three is for the show.

So Alley, Alley, Alley Oop, bro!

Alley, Alley, Alley Oop, bro!

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