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pnb rock - new coupe lyrics

[intro: pnb rock & roddy richh]
i pulled up in that new coupe, i feel like i’m bruce wayne
(bit! bit!)
no hands ho
skrt, ay
danny, i see you
ay

[chorus: pnb rock & roddy richh]
i pulled up in that new coupe, i feel like i’m bruce wayne (skrt)
diamonds in my t–th, yeah, they shine like johnny dang (johnny)
your b-tch wanna f-ck ’cause she’s seen my brand new chain (ice)
and she see i’m up and i’m flexin’ wit my gang (flexin’)

[post-chorus: pnb rock]
i hang wit’ some thugs (thugs)
you sellin’ them drugs (drugs)
the streets show me love (love)
yeah (yeah)
don’t give a f-ck (f-ck)
so please don’t run up (up)
my hittas be in the cut (the cut)
yeah

[verse 1: roddy ricch & pnb rock]
my diamonds shinin’ big, these vvs (yeah)
and my ex b-tch watchin’ me on tv
young n-gga had to trap it out and go and get it (get it)
b-tch i bought that brand new bentley, i ain’t go in a rented (skrt)
ay, trap n-gga, 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 richh, b-tch i got rich off the streets
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: pnb rock & roddy richh]
i pulled up in that new coupe, i feel like i’m bruce wayne (skrt)
diamonds in my t–th, yeah they shine like johnny dang (johnny)
your b-tch wanna f-ck ’cause she’s seen my brand new chain (ice)
and she see i’m mobbin’, i’m flexin’ wit my gang (flexin’)

[verse 2: pnb rock]
huh, standin’ on the block wit’ a glock (brrt)
even tho’ i’m rich i still be plottin’ on the opps (f-ck ’em)
[grab a gun?] so i won’t stop, get the drop
it’s so all them p-ssy n-ggas six feet in a box (block, block)
all my b-tches 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-tch, i empty the clip (brrt)
gucci wit’ balenci’, b-tch, 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-tches, they on me, i brag (brag)
chasin’, i’m chasin’ the bag
in a whip, i haul -ss
two hundred all in the dash, b-tch

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