Correction Paroles New Coupe par Roddy Ricch

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I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne
(Bit! Bit!)
Go head, O
Skrt, ay
Danny, I see you
Ay

I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne (Skrt)
Diamonds in my teeth, yeah, they shine like Johnny Dang (Johnny)
Your b*t*h wanna f**k 'cause she's seen my brand new chain (Ice)
And she see I'm up and I'm flexin' wit my gang (Flexin')

I hang wit' some thugs (Thugs)
You sellin' them drugs (Drugs)
The streets show me love (Love)
Yeah (Yeah)
Don't give a f**k (f**k)
So please don't run up (Up)
My hittas be in the cut (The cut)
Yeah

My diamonds shinin' big, these VVs (Yeah)
And my ex b*t*h watchin' me on TV
Young n***a had to trap it out and go and get it (Get it)
B*t*h I bought that brand new Bentley, I ain't go in a rented (Skrt)
Ay, trap n***a, I'ma turn until the fall (Fall)
Ay, remember I was kickin' in doors (Doors, doors)
Ay, I've been on a PJ, got designer drip
Ay, and she flipped the digits, gotta buy her a whip
I was at a trap house when the Feds did a sweep (Did a sweep)
So I had to run them digits up, them racks on me (Get them racks on me)
So I can pull up in them projects in a brand new coupe
Roddy Ricch, b*t*h I got rich off the streets
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne (Skrt)
Diamonds in my teeth, yeah they shine like Johnny Dang (Johnny)
Your b*t*h wanna f**k 'cause she's seen my brand new chain (Ice)
And she see I'm mobbin', I'm flexin' wit my gang (Flexin')

I hang wit' some thugs (Thugs)
You sellin' them drugs (Drugs)
The streets show me love (Love)
Yeah (Yeah)
Don't give a f**k (f**k)
So please don't run up (Up)
My hittas be in the cut (The cut)
Yeah

Huh, standin' on the block wit' a Glock (Brrt)
Even tho' I'm rich I still be plottin' on the Opps (f**k 'em)
so I won't stop, get the drop
It's so all them pu**y n***as six feet in a box (Block, block)
All my b*t*hes bad, they like Givenchy and sh*t (Ooo)
All these VVS's, man, this sh*t cost grip (Drippin')
Run up, you get done up, b*t*h, I empty the clip (Brrt)
Gucci wit' Balenci', b*t*h, I stay wit' the drip (Ay)
I just be poppin' them tags (Tags)
Ridin' around in a Jag (Skrt, skrt)
All of these haters so mad (Mad)
'Cause I'm havin' all of this cash (Cash)
B*t*hes, they on me, I brag (Brag)
Chasin', I'm chasin' the bag
In a whip, I haul a**
Two hundred all in the dash, b*t*h
I pulled up in that new coupe, I feel like I'm Bruce Wayne (Skrt)
Diamonds in my teeth, yeah they shine like Johnny Dang (Johnny)
Your b*t*h wanna f**k 'cause she's seen my brand new chain (Ice)
And she see I'm mobbin', I'm flexin' wit my gang (Flexin')

I hang wit' some thugs (Thugs)
You sellin' them drugs (Drugs)
The streets show me love (Love)
Yeah (Yeah)
Don't give a f**k (f**k)
So please don't run up (Up)
My hittas be in the cut (The cut)
Yeah

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