CountPennies - New Coupe

Ay, ay
Step up in the club I'm feelin' like the president
Grabbin' on her booty while I'm throwin' all these presidents
We was really on that block we got to serving shit
If we see them in them streets then we gon' swerve the whip

We gon' pull a U-turn just to drift the car
Had to fuck wit' my lil bro he goin' bar for bar
Shinin' bright up in that bitch I'm feelin' like a star
Ion' like how she be talkin' but I like that jaw

Thought I heard him incorrectly I'm like what you mean?
Hit me up for all dat' shit yeah I got what ya need
If she bad and want my kids then I might plant the seed
I fuck wit' her can't let her go no I can't let her leave

Cause she gon' message me
Tryna get the letter D
If she not tryna get on that
Then I might let her be
And all these niggas talkin' hot why they keep messin' wit me
I told you on da phone I'm here now got that message on me

Swear that you gon' hear that tone Comin' from that telly
Should've never took that Perc I feel l
It in my belly
Now I'm feelin' like da' man it ain't shit you can tell me
If you tryna shop wit me then hit me on dat' celly

I be chillin in da' cut like a Boosie Fade
She steady tryna cuddle up I'm in da' booth today
These niggas out here being sweet like they got tooth decay
See me in a different whip dis' a new coupe today

Written by:
John Landon

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