Dave East

Dave East - No Coachella For Me lyrics

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(Hook)

No Coachella For Me, No Coachella For Me

I'm stuck in the trap, No Coachella For Me

I got work coming in, No Coachella For Me

I can't leave the hood cuz my phone clickin'

No Coachella For Me

No Coachella For Me, No Coachella For Me

My momma told me her rent is due, No Coachella For Me

No Coachella For Me, No Coachella For Me

Sellin' a key, No Coachella For Me

(Verse)

No Coachella For Me, watch yo head in these streets

I'm stuck in New York, tryna break down a key

We can bottle a backet, all these models are smashin'

Fill my pocket with maintenance, 100 choppas just to blast some

Cuttin' dough to Coachella

Came up on some coke, it's whateva

Crimson me killin' that stage, if I was dope, I'd be 9 or betta

50 dreams in the jam sports, cuz I fuck with yo main thot

Shaving and baggin', my hands salt

Ova that _____(?) knock yo man off

I'm just pimpin' and whippin' and whippin'

And whippin' and whippin' and whippin' and whippin'

In the kitchen, the studio back to the kitchen

They look at me different

If that money be missin', yo honey be missin'

My stomach just itchin'

Cuz I'm hungry, you bitchin'

You run in yo house with no luggage, I'm trippin'

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

(Now you ain't got no Coachella...)

She ask why we ain't go together

That bitch was a hoe when I met her

Love to make up over my polo sweater

Pop the Fofo Beretta

I'm like manolo, I might hit yo sister

Bend that bitch ova, I will neva kiss her

Strapped up fo' war, I'll go in on whoeva

Bubble like crack, she got a bubble that's fat

I be with gusties and traps

Act like they hate me, but love me in fact

I got hitters that don't give a fuck about rap

Couldn't go to Coachella, I was out swiping in Soho with Heather

I'd play the cars, she'd go in the store

We got enough but we gon' get some more

I had a bitch but don't wanna know more

It's back to the kitchen, we come off on tour

I could do Louies, do Ninas, do Bloomies

And that's off a day in the trap

I hate to do a 3 to 6 with this pistol

But fuck it, it's right on my lap

Maybe next year I could make it a promise

I wanted to go, my neighbor's in love with this coke

Woah!

(Hook)

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