Miles Edward - Coupe

Uh, Uh
I like that shit
Yea, yea, uh
Think I might buy me a coupe
Ride around town
Feeling brand new
Tell a bitch don't try to act cute
Said I'm coming through
You know what to do
Remember I could never get a date
Now they all want a taste
When they see me on the stage
Fuck it, gotta set the record straight
Everybody getting food
I just want a plate
Look, I ain't one to entertain the drama
I just want the presidential like Obama
Couple shorties waiting for me in my cama
My homies keep the peace
You could call 'em Dalai Lama
Reminiscing on the days
We couldn't pay for Beni Hana
Now we all on a plane
Doing vacays in Bahamas
Tryna alleviate the trauma
Gotta do it for my momma
Getting paid overtime
And I'm chilling in pajamas boy
Yea
I'm back on my shit man
Yea, yea, uh
Think I might buy me a coupe
Ride around town
Show 'em how we do
Blunt cruise with the crew
Listening to Snoop
Sipping gin & juice
We young, getting loose
Don't need no excuse
Pop a bottle of the goose
Snakes in the grass
They tryna seduce
They aiming for war
I'll never call a truce, uh
I don't even bother
If it don't make me a dollar
Used to only order water
Cuz we couldn't pay for Cava
Please
Then I went to college
Thinking that would solve my problems
Just to graduate with honors
And less money than when I started
Jeez
Had to make a flip
Ain't nobody fucking with the kid
Check the name on the tix
Now they all up on my dick
Let 'em choke until they sick
Only ever wondered what I gotta do to get them ready for this shit
Now this shit locked down
Put 'em in the ground
Never make a sound like they underwater 'til they drown
Do it for my town 'til I'm sitting with the crown
Think I need another round
I'm around, holla if you need me hoe
Popping off like a 44
If you don't know
Bounce it up and down like a pogo
Give me four more bitches
Make 'em tat my logo
Shit, I remember when they told me way back I was so-so
And I would never make it
Said I needed maintenance
So, I had to go and take it back to basics
Just to get a motherfucking base-hit
Lame shit
They always coming with the same shit
Face it
You could think that it's a tie but it's knot like my laces
Aces in my hand
Got 'em straight like some muhfucking braces
Ain't nobody coming to replace me, huh
Uh
Uh
Uh
Yea, yea, uh
Think I might buy me a coupe
Ride around town
Feeling brand new
Tell a bitch don't try to act cute
Said I'm coming through
You know what to do
Remember I could never get a date
Now they all want a taste
When they see me on the stage
Fuck it, gotta set the record straight
Everybody getting food
I just want a plate

Written by:
Brandon Rivera

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