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lirik lagu old skool - coupe

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[chorus]
ridin’ in that coupe, i’m so fast you can’t see me (see me)
all these n-ggas out here actin’ like me, wanna be me (yeah)
i got everything you want, call me patron genie (patron)
flyin’ on the private (fly), and i’m on sippin’ on a martini (martini)

[verse 1]
all these n-ggas wanna be me, yeah, but you gotta grind to earn this
coupe so fast you can’t see me, yeah, it got wings like birdies
diamonds on my neck so f-ckin’ cold look like a mcflurry (mcflurry)
when you get rich (yeah) you ain’t got no worries (no)
yeah
you know i’m gettin’ money out here
i’m grindin’
for the numbers
i know that you feelin’ this heat (fire)
a thot with me, yeah, she eat (eat it)
chains different colors, neat (ice)
black bentley, m-ssage seats (yea)
i came in the game, i didn’t cheat
she stingin’ me, like a bee
i used to sell dope on the street
a n-gga talk sh-t on the tweet
a n-gga talk sh-t on the tweet knowin’ he gon’ get beat (beat)
these n-ggas cappin’, now they finna kiss the concrete
these b-tches crazy, they with me wanna l!ck my meat (my meat)
that’s how it be (be)
ridin’ round with my n-ggas, we all geeked up in a coupe (in a coupe)
blastin’ meet patron in my car, it got hot like some soup (like some soup)

[chorus]
ridin’ in that coupe, i’m so fast you can’t see me (see me)
all these n-ggas out here actin’ like me, wanna be me (yeah)
i got everything you want, call me patron genie (patron)
flyin’ on the private (fly), and i’m on sippin’ on a martini (martini)
ridin’ in that coupe, i’m so fast you can’t see me (see me)
all these n-ggas out here actin’ like me, wanna be me (yeah)
i got everything you want, call me patron genie (patron)
flyin’ on the private (fly), and i’m on sippin’ on a martini (martini)

[verse 2]
i keep it real
you n-ggas fakin’
no cap
i keep it for real, for real (for real)
ion give a f-ck how you feel
rockin’ stainless steel (steel)
‘member when i used to steal (steal)
flyin’ private to brasil (brasil)
ballin’ hard, brad beal
bought the gang new wheels
my b-tch got designer heels (designer)
my b-tch got designer shoes
make a party on a cruise
sippin’ snore, not booze
workin’ hard, not tryna lose
never make an excuse
ridin’ round in a coupe


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