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Red Coupe Lyrics

Skeme – Red Coupe Lyrics

Red coupe, Chanel boots (ooh)
Li'l mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I'm a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
No hammer, no drill, I'm tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I'm on them bars and you know it
I got 'em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, Chanel boots (ooh)
Li'l mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

There right here just me and London
I might take your hoe out to the London
Might just jump in that pussy no bungee
I not a last nigga who will get no money
Real blood like a vampire
I want nothin' blue but them hunnids
And I need at least like a rack of those
I don't know what the rap niggas actin' fo'
Baby don't fuck with nothin' else but them real niggas
She allergic to fake shit
I gave that dick to her back to back to back to back
No, I don't need the brake shit
See I gave the Rollie a facelift
VVs flooding on the face bitch
Pull up in foreigns and just murk in the parking lots
And then I go beat the case bitch
Red Coupe with Chanel boots
That's type of girl I can call boo
She the type that you saw as ready for you
Everytime you tell her fall through
You don't be giving me problems and nothin' baby
That's why I skip all the talking and get to the fucking baby

Red coupe, Chanel boots (ooh)
Li'l mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I'm a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
No hammer, no drill, I'm tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I'm on them bars and you know it
I got 'em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, Chanel boots (ooh)
Li'l mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy)

Lil mama you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin'
Girl let's put Tac on my wrist
Gon' tell that don't you waste time with the lames
Baby you know that you fly
You know that you fire
You know that you flyin'
And if are fuckin' on broke niggas
I think there to stop for a change yeah
Benzie I'm switchin my lane yeah
'Rari I'm switchin my lane yeah
Lambo I'm switchin my lane yeah
Pour up some sip for pain, yeah
Pour up some just for pain, yeah
Pop me a perk for the pain,yeah
Sip on that Remy and pop me molly
Then come to and get you the thang yeah
(Hoooooh shit)
Don't play with this plan because girl that's a violation
Ain't no time like the present baby
So what's the use of all that time wasting
VVS's only shine crazy
I mean VVS's only shine brazy
And I get that dick to her on that drank
And pour another line baby

Red coupe, Chanel boots (ooh)
Li'l mama you fine, I had to tell you (ooh)
Girl I'm a hustler, I might just sell you (ooh)
No hammer, no drill, I'm tryna nail you (ayy)
Stunt hard and you know it
I'm on them bars and you know it
I got 'em cars and you know it
In my garage and you know it
Red coupe, Chanel boots (ooh)
Li'l mama you fine, I had to tell you (ayy, I just to had tell you something baby)

Listen, now I'd stop playing around with all that bullshit baby
'Cause if you do that, you slippin', you understand what I am saying?
You need to turn around to see what you turning down baby
'Cause it's real shit going all around this motherfucker
If you didn't knew now you do
TM88 you a fool for this shit nigga
Shoutout to my nigga Weezy going crazy brazy crazy
West side Inglez, I love this shit (hey hey hey hey hey!)
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Songwriters: Lonnie Kimble
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