Lyrics

Coupe, the color okra Aye, vamp fangs, Lil Shannon Bram Stoker Why the fuck I get so high at 9 AM? I had to slow up And I'm a smoker, so I might have to smoke ya Coupe, the color okra Aye, vamp fangs, Lil Shannon Bram Stoker Why the fuck I get so high at 9 AM? I had to slow up And I'm a smoker, so I might have to smoke ya Camo, baby, I just did 2 tours in some Black Cat 4's Tell that pussy get off the court Shit, you barely want some smoke like some Newport shorts Screamin', "Fuck 12," I be shootin' at the force And this Glock, it like to fuck It won an AVN award, it like to fuck Lil Nina is a whore? Yeah, of course Might just do some merch and make a million off the shorts Do the life insurance scam and make a million off your corpse Bitch I'm rockin' CPU, took his hoe and left him blue "Oh you freaky now?" Yeah, that's what the money do You rollin' doo doo, I'm rollin' up the goofy goo My life a movie, bitch, your life be like the Looney Tunes I'm chiefin' Gucci pack, where the fuck Big Gucci at? Forever paid? Nah, hoe, you just forever sad You on some Le'Veon Bell, just be jet lagged FaceTimes be expensive, check the Vivienne tag (Let's go, yeah, let's go!) Big Goyard in this bitch I ain't hearin' shit fuck goin' on (Fuck 'em up, Dior)
Writer(s): Bby Goyard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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