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coults - coraline lyrics

[verse 1: coults]
even with corona we were catching flights
woke up on another jet, we couldn’t tell the time
man i been sipping on the yack and i’m re+energised
she ask me “what even are we?” i told her “you decide”
a plain jane’s not enough, she gotta come with ice
like the four seasons in bora bora, you know my price
two in the morning, want molly, bro said he knows a guy
huh, both of my eyes gone like coraline

[verse 2: jvv$]
she wanna go and еat, she do that sh+t for green
she like mе cuz she know that all my diamonds got a v
i never had n0body ever give no sh+t to me
nowadays i’m tryna count it, split it with my team
+44, she wanna call me, hit me on my phone
you don’t want me, you just hate it when you all alone
he got a 40 with a 30, can’t leave it at home
drinking out the bottle, sip the bottle til the bottle gone

[verse 3: coults]
couple honies in the spot like i’m a bumblebee
crodie smoking exotic like d.o. double g
nike stepping, we just do it like it’s supposed to be
and i been f+cking with jordan 4s like it’s jodeci
shorty from italy, i seen her ride a vespa
she put the coke in her nose like it’s a covid tester
i feed myself and my bruddas, i’m a private investor
can’t let this girl know my secrets, that’s my private agenda
[verse 4: jvv$)
i put prada on my b+tch and now she looking fine
keep it presidential, rolly with a suit and tie
i got this one b+tch said she love me but i know she lying
they tried to lock my homie down but now it’s free the guys
i was sitting in the trap, i made a lotta gs
lotta signs, she love designer, buy her double cs
money maker, hit the jeweller just to make it freeze
lots of nights outside the city when i couldn’t sleep

[verse 5: coults]
this ain’t no regular bud, we smoking eukaliptus
i don’t like p+ssy with mileage, you’d think i’m superstitious
i told her “issa pandemic, you’d better keep your distance”
she pulled up in dior but ain’t no way that she’s a christian
we on the road to riches, i’d better play the part
i’m cooking up another beat soon as the plane depart
nah she can’t be in my dms until her paper’s up
she tries to f+ck every rapper she calls it a&r

[verse 6: coults & jvv$]
check this, i’m tryna tick off every box that’s on my
checklist, and if i said it then you know i really
meant it, i hit a l!ck for the bag and i just
spent that, i took his shorty now he asking where his
b+tch at, she talk a lotta sh+t, i think she needs a
tic tac, i’m tryna break off with the gang, i gotta
split that, and if you crossing the line you’ll hear a
40 with a drum that make a n+gga wanna get back!

- coults lyrics

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