Lyrics

I'm a coupe wit it a tent that is president See through these niggas like skeletons yuh My bitch keep saying hesitant She wanna take it there But i won't let her yuh Shawty should know that it's evident I'm only fuckin wit u her the medicine yuh She ate the dick and went back to her ex I pour a 4 and den hop on a jet I ain't never need no stylist that's facts My style been mine they just jack Pull up in a coupe hard top all black Had to get da a AP 2 tone set My bih stay loyal ill get her a chest I want some diamonds like i'm mr west Cash out in saks and i do not regret I want that SRT not the skatpack I spilled some syrup all over my skinnies Givenchy look sticky Thanks god it's not ricky I'm poppin shit like belair Got green like a Pair These lil bih think i'm sign to ricky I'm ballin out i got nair This rick i rock rare My average per game is bout 50 I put designer on me My pockets od I think i might need a IV Knots in my jean look obese I'm on a whole nother plannet The space odyssey My car it came wit no key It's push the start I pull off and the tires they screech I seen the hate in HD They pockets on E She choosin cuz i got some cheese I put them racks on feet She ain't no saint But i pass her out like i'm Brees
Writer(s): Evan Sams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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