Correction Lyrics In the Coupe by Curren$y & Harry Fraud

Featuring(s) : Jim Jones

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Lyrics

[Intro: Curren$y]

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Police told us to keep our hands visible
Then they ask for ID, now tell me what should we do
Knowing you could get shot for making sudden moves
But don't comply and you die is the golden rule
In the backyard smoking large sitting by the pool
Thinking 'bout my son man, I love that little dude
I wanna see him more but there's a civil war
And it's risky to travel now, not too much back and forth
[?] motherfucker if somebody else coughed
In the first class cabin, let us the fuck off
Now I'm back at the [?] tagged up
In the plastic since 2004 I had it
Niggas blow up in the game, more styles that I crafted
But never will admit it if somebody was to ask 'em
From the rhyme patterns to the fashion
[?] in the Lamborghini mansion, paper tagging
Roll the fatties way bigger than the last one
Face but never pass 'em
Critics said that I wouldn't make it then I made an ass of them
For the crew I alley-oop and toss it off the glass for them
Set it up easy dog, homie get your Shaq on then

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Roll around in the Coupe with the beat on loop
Soundtrack to the movie that I'm living through
In my lines you might find something pivotal
A couple hustlin' ass niggas and some bitches too
Roll around in the Coupe with the beat on loop
That's my dog Harry Fraud always bringing the truth
Roll around in the Coupe with the beat on loop

[Interlude: Jim Jones]
East side, you know how we doing this
Yo Curren$y, I got my race cars too, ya heard
I'm just getting 'em done up real quick so when we race we gon' race for some real paper, nigga

[Verse 2: Jim Jones]
I ride around in my Benz while that beat repeat
I done lost a couple friends tryna beat these streets
I told Harry cook up plates so I could eat these beats
Shit you know we never lacking, that's why we keep these heats
Homie lost his mind trying to keep that freak
He fucked around and got married til his knees got weak
Now seven days without prayer, that's a weak ass week
[?] swore he had that coke until he got beat
Came back the same day tryna heat that street
Much tougher tryna keep black peace
[?] so much water on my jewels
Now my [?] is all drippin' like I recorded in the pool
You know I keep the hammer, use the 40 as a tool
Me and [?] right before we went to school
[?] we popped off at the Grammy's
We [?] Sammy's
Nowadays when you talkin' bout bars, they want the xannies
We was bagging up coke right at my grannies
[?] like Vegas tryna beat the odds
Homies that we lost, I hope they need our God
You never get a second chance like [?]
That's why we keep a fancy lawyer that'll beat the charge
Shit, look into my eyes and you could see my scars
Let's not talk about no rhymes, I got a fleet of cars

[Outro: Curren$y]

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