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HaHa Lyrics by Coast

With Out Papers

2015

You punks dumb, I just humped the cum dumpster
Busted up her grill like front bumpers on a junk clunker
Sweet whip chirping gears with a speed chip
Leak lit hanging out the window like a freak Rick
Peep shit, look at shorty with the sweet tits
I hope she got a fat ass and she need dick
I smash skanks then I make um fill my gas tank
I got a fat hairy dick and my ass stank
I don't take baths, maybe twice a week
Pizon, baked clams and a slice of piz
Rice and beans if I'm chilling with the papi fam
Taking vodka shots, box knocking Johnny Cash
Yeah I'm cocky man, I got enough reasons
Cuz you could get duffed out and snuffed for just breathing
Pretend fucks, your friends suck
I'm fly, flashy and large like a Benz truck

Haha hahahaha
I'm laughing at these mothafucking clowns Haha
He's a prick, he's an asshole Ha
I wish this mothafucker would just drop dead, gone
[2x]

I'm bent up in a bar getting stupid wrecked
Got the whiskey dick, hit her with the stupid sex
Damn me nuts, you rolling with some manly sluts
Who sucked enough nut up to stuff up the Stanley Cup
Your whore bitch was tryna fuck so I tossed it
Her pussy stunk like a bag full of dog shit
Doped up to the world feeling so numb
You know your life sucks when you fail at what you don't love
They told me I should fuck myself, told um don't speak
And when it's hard it don't bend, soft it don't reach
I'll loaf your headie chief, like you's was Jerry's niece
And put the bloody blade back in my machete sheath
I'm all ?? growed, with a ghetto hoe
Who suck dick and buck kids, let the metal blow
You soft kids and your tracks is all violin
You don't know us and you rap on Long Island

(Hook)

Get handled, dismantled
You fuck with War Horse you get trampled
The Don dotted the chief, rocking the biggest school
They speak hard then I meet um it's a different tool
The snub miss you up close, the pump hit you
That doesn't work then I hit you with a Scud missile
I'm an awful young prick with a hung cock
That's why these fuckers on my dick like a young dot
They want to live like us and do rap shit
And hang around the young bitch with some fat tits
I spit raw, it's pure dope in a fiend's veins
And I do it underground like a 3 train
He's strange but he say what we all thinking
Each day I sweat buckets til my balls' stinking
Gotta hustle hard homie, I don't trip never
If life's a bitch I ain't fucking with that bitch ever

(Hook)
Credits
Coast

Coast

About “HaHa” by Coast

Read the complete lyrics to "HaHa" by Coast from the album "With Out Papers" in 2015. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

"HaHa" is performed by Coast. from the album "With Out Papers" in 2015 This page provides the full lyric text for fans who want to sing along, study the songwriting, or compare versions across releases. Lyrks organizes lyrics by artist and song slug so you can bookmark and share a stable URL. Music lyrics help listeners connect with emotion, narrative, and rhythm in a track. Whether you are learning English, researching a favorite chorus, or preparing for karaoke, having accurate line breaks and section labels (verse, chorus, bridge) makes the experience easier. We link to the official artist profile on Lyrks where available, including biography snippets, top songs, and chart placements when we have that data. If you enjoy "HaHa", explore more songs by Coast using the links below. Chart and trending pages on Lyrks highlight what listeners are searching for this week. For copyright or correction requests, see our DMCA and contact pages.

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"HaHa" is credited to Coast. Songwriting credits may include additional writers listed on the release; check the credits section on this page for linked collaborators.

"HaHa" appears on "With Out Papers" in 2015.

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