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Soulja Boy

New Coupes

 

New Coupes

(álbum: Young Millionaire - 2014)


[Hook Soulja Boy:]
Boy I trap hard, flex new coupes
Boy I'm big Soulja, who the fuck is you?
See my trap boys they be on the news
I be cashing out on designer shoes
Droptop Benz boy new coupe
I'm big Soulja who the fuck is you?
And my trap boys they be on the news
I be cashing out on designer shoes

[Verse 1 Soulja Boy:]
Boy I go hard riding new coupes
I am King Soulja who the fuck is you?
See my young niggas they be on the news
Saw me up in traffic he ain't know what to do
Had a 30 on me, long as a bitch
You ain't gotta ask boy I tote the clips
If you try me, put you in a ditch
I be making money like I'm Mitch
These niggas bitch made they really snitch
Riding thru the hood, 30 on my hip
Run up on me boy I got that FN
Run up on me boy and you won't talk again

[Hook]

[Verse 2 Soulja Boy:]
I got 50 bricks in my fucking stash
Free my nigga Zell, free Kwony Cash
I take them chickens, make 'em take a bath
He say he wanna split it down to half
I need 80 plus and fuck the math
I cash out, I don't do the tab
2015 Tesla I do the dash
Riding thru the hood and you know I smash
TV screen looking like an iPad
Riding round town with like 9 grats
Run up on me wrong boy I'm a blast
And your baby momma, you know I smashed
Riding thru the hood smelling like gas
Pouring up lean, and I'm counting cash
Got a bad bitch with a fat ass
Boy I trap hard, boy I count cash
Broad day pistols, tools they blast
Money on me, boy I got a bag
Boy I check a flag like I check a bag
SODMG, we running it
Run up on me wrong I'm a spray ya flat
Choppa hit ya front, lay you on your back
Run up on ya house you get kidnapped
All I need is 9 but this Tec's mad
100k, that be in one day
I just hit a lick for like 60 ki's
They call me young Pablo E
Blowing on dope, with no seeds
Run up on me wrong you get RIP'd
With my young shooters and they toting heat
Big ass gun knock you off your feet
I'm a trap hard til I rest in peace

feito

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