Coupe Lyrics

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Smokin on gas, exotic mixes

Exotic mixes

Smokin on gas, all of these exotic mixes

Couple of broads who bad

Gotta keep me some model vixens

All submissive, want it I gotta get it

That nigga ain't have no motion

Ain't no talk, watch how I handle my business

Hop out da coupe, so new, look stolen

Racks made off dis play

Got a lil dirt, brush it off my shoulder

Won't let anybody play bout my cake

I know your ulterior motive, you fake

Unloading da clip, better get out my way

She fuck with my vibe, she feeling a way

When she wanna fuck, she send me emojis

Its just money, power, respect

All dis money, cash, & hoes

Playing with no rook, I'm a vet

Little nigga better learn yo' role

All my frequencies high, just can't live this life low

Filling her voids, with my pipe

Sometimes I can't be the bigger man

I'll Will Smith a nigga on sight

Said my chances so slim

Pockets not light, I took a trip to da hills

I had to clear my mind

I just been focused on millions

I been on one from da jump

Stuntin', all these niggas I'm shitting on

Flexin, All I do finesse

If that's ya broad, why she on me?

A couple of racks inna bag

Inside the bag its a .40

Incase a nigga wanna play

All through the clouds I'm floating

Just came back from outer space

Took a trip the other day

Smokin on gas, all of these exotic mixes

Couple of broads who bad

Gotta keep me some model vixens

All submissive, want it I gotta get it

That nigga ain't have no motion

Ain't no talk, watch how I handle my business