Friday, October 10, 2014

Soulja Boy - New Coupes Lyrics

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New Coupes Lyrics by Soulja Boy

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Boy I try hard flex, move rough
Boy I’m a big soujla, how the fuck ar’ you?
See my trap boys, they be on the news
I’ll be cashing out on desina shoes
Drop top banz, boy new scope

I’m a big soujla, how the fuck ar’ you?
See my trap boys, they be on the news
I’ll be cashing out on desina shoes
Drop top banz, boy new scope

Boy I go hard right on copes
I am big souja, how the fuck is you?
See my young nigga they be on the lues
Stop me up in traffic, you know what to do
Had the thirty on me, long as a bitch
Me ain’t got to ask, boy I told the truth
If you try me put you on the ditch
I’ll be making money like a Mitch
The niggas bitch made ‘em really snitch
Ride throw the hood thirty on my hip
Run all on me boy, I got that acid, man
Run up on me boy and you don’t talk again
Boy I try hard flex move hoops

Boy I’m a big soujla, how the fuck ar’ you?
See my trap boys, they be on the news
I’ll be cashing out on desina shoes
Drop top banz, boy new scope

I’m a big soujla, how the fuck ar’ you?
See my trap boys, they be on the news
I’ll be cashing out on desina shoes

I got fifty bricks in my fucking stash
Free my niggas ill, free count the cash
I take the chickens, make them check the bail
He said he wanna split it down to hell
I need 80%, fuck the may’
I cash out, I don’t do the tell
Twenty fifty cash Lord, I do the dash

Riddin’ throw the hood, smelling like gas
TV screen looking like a I Pack
Round, round town, we’re like nine glance
Run upon me wrong boy, I’mma blat
And your baby mamma, you know I smash

Riddin’ throw the hood, smelling like gas
Riddin’ throw the line and I’m countin’ cash
Get a fat bitch with a fat ass
When travel hard, when I count cash
Boy the day pistols, gotta bang
Money on me boy, I gott bang
Boy I check a flag like I check a bang
SODMG we runnin’ at
Run upon me wrong, we splay a flag
Chopper hit your friends lay on you back
Lay upon your house, you get kidnapped
All I need is nothin’ but this text map
Hundred key needed one day
I just hit a lick with all sixty key
They call me young Pablo E
Blowin' on dope, with no seeds
Run up on me wrong, you get rip
With my young shutters and they told you’re week
Big ass gun knock you off your feet
I’m ma travel hard til I rest in piece

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