Gotta coupe with no mileage
Bad b#tch on the islands
I’ma f#ck that b#tch, that perky 30 got me nauseous
Beat around the beat, the recipe, these n#gg# want it
I been feeling great, hope a p#ss# n#gg# want it
Stop
b#tch, let’s see how fast my car
Diamonds drippin’ like a rock
Grow it out like I’ma Rasta
Baby I’ma rockstar
Maybe I’ma trap star
The way these n#gg#s talk won’t make me trip cause I’ma trackstar
Girl I put my life into them books and in these lyrics
I got me that diploma now, you got nothing to fear of
Ya baby gonna hold it down, I hope yo #ss can feel it
Cause these n#gg#s won’t play around, I show em who they fearin’
Me and shawty, gon’ take it to the bank n#gg#
Hundred thousand deposit, 50 in the safe n#gg#
It ain’t nothing about it, we gon’ get that cake n#gg#
I done did me a solid, she a lil play maker, yuh
I said she a lil play maker
I said she a lil play maker
Coupe with no mileage
Bad b#tch on the islands
I’ma f#ck that b#tch, that perky 30 got me nauseous
Beat around the beat, the recipe, these n#gg# want it
I been feeling great, hope a p#ss# n#gg# want it
Coupe with no mileage
Bad b#tch on the islands
I’ma f#ck that b#tch, that perky 30 got me nauseous
Beat around the beat, the recipe, these n#gg# want it
I been feeling great, hope a p#ss# n#gg# want it
Find more lyrics at westlyrics.com
Disclosure: As an Amazon Associate and an Apple Partner, we earn from qualifying purchases
Lonely Rich – Seasons
Lonely Rich – KAMI!
Lonely Rich Lyrics – COUPE!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emDes-iUecE