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coults – suttin to say (feat. len) lyrics

[chorus: coults]
how many times i folded, never once and i been on a run
feel like i seen a poltergeist, this percie got me moving dumb
bass better be bumping, and the 808 hit like timberland
you said you been making hits but i don’t see no f+cking gun

[verse 1: coults]
i’m just ahead of my time
i just been raising the line
money be crossing my mind
swinging a hit like muhammad ali with a hit from the left and the right
get on my level i’m pushing the pedal, we taking it dead or alive
going insane
i’m teaching my money to flip so i can go buy me a
bentley mulsanne
she like when i’m revving the engine, get her attention
i can take your lil’ b+tch by the dozen
your boyfriend a lame and i ain’t
nah you ain’t my brudda my cousin
every day i got suttin’ to say
huh, got in my zone
tell ‘em it’s on
sprinkle the weed in the cone
sipping on silver patrón
righting my wrongs, cap, prefer to do wrong
i’m wearing comme des garçons
my b+tch is fly, huh fly like a drone
i eat her like watermelon
how ‘bout i flip the switch and f+ck your b+tch, oh you a b+tch boy
bad lil’ b+tch from yyz, i’m calling her my six toy
i seen you rocking with the federalli, you a snitch boy
eenie meenie miney mo the diamonds, i’m a rich boy
[verse 2: len]
i finna go f+ck on a freak
look at the game, lenny van d what they need
stay with the pack, i stay with the bean
feel like a nerd, i’m never not geeked
and i made this cash, don’t care ‘bout comments
and this bad lil’ b+tch gon’ eat me up and her boyfriend don’t want problems
bad lil’, bad lil’ hoe gon’ eat me up, she giving the, giving the gloggers
cameras flash, feel like a vlogger
gclo stamp all on the joggers
drop the top, the whip bald
she so hot, my b+tch bald
finna go tat up my neck
my mummy upset
i’m making a check
i’m breaking her back and i’m breaking a sket
she throwing it back and she braining the set
i’m looking so fly in the skepta crep
lenny, lenny, ouu that’s him, feel like the chosen one
my kid would be like three years old but she swallowed my sons
i pop the bean, i’m at the top
i clocked the game, i already won
don’t say sh+t, you’re already done
hop on the stage, i’m making it jump
hop on the stage, i’m making it jump
i’m making it jump, it’s lit at the front
yeah, yeah, she tryna suck my soul like
if you don’t know, you know now
boy if you know, you know
[chorus: coults]
how many times i folded, never once and i been on a run
feel like i seen a poltergeist, this percie got me moving dumb
bass better be bumping, and the 808 hit like timberland
you said you been making hits but i don’t see no f+cking gun

- coults lyrics

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