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yeat - playd da coupe lyrics

[intro]
(t99, 少し強さを送ってくれ) ayy, yeah
let’s go (it’s f+cking redda, f—f+cking redda)

[chorus]
that b+tch asked me what sport i play, i told her “coupe,” (hey)
i would like to lie, just tell the truth (truth)
just took another tesla, i’m on the moon
they ask me what my twizzys do, i tell them, “shoot,” (ayy, woo, woo)
tell that b+tch to play the instrument, yeah, she like to play the flute
i made ten bands off this apple watch so that’s my favorite fruit
i can trust n0body, told ’em sign that sh+t ‘fore comin’ through
all my money stuck together, i can’t even count it, that sh+t glued (glue)
and this residuе on my finger, that sh+t’s blue, that’s the proof
sippin’ on wock’, juicе
yeah, i’m totin’ that [?] through

[verse]
yeah, i don’t even want it, i don’t even need a [?] (yeah)
yeah, everything flawless, yeah, these vs1’s
yeah, how you actin’ childish, then say you need you one?
how you gon’ tell my [soul?], then say you the one?
all my pockets [?], they don’t see the sun
i swear this sh+t get awesome, when you touch a hun’
i swear that perc’ gon’ off ’em, that’s my final hush
i take these teslas daily, that’s my final blunt
it’s gon’ be like [?], i told ’em “cool,”
i also told ’em they can’t do none of the sh+t i do (do)
you get off of the same bean as me, it still won’t be a hit
i wanna slime the kid out ’cause we as slimey as it get (ayy, let’s go)
i’m in ny, i just touched down, got some perc’s, then hit up [?] (let’s go)
heard they gossipin’ about the kid, i thought they was dudes, turns out they b+tches
i don’t care about n0body pockets, that’s why i’m gon’ end up the richest
and your b+tch just pulled, showed me her titties, then wrote down all her digits (sheesh)
[chorus]
that b+tch asked me what sport i play, i told her “coupe,” (hey)
i would like to lie, just tell the truth (truth)
just took another tesla, i’m on the moon
they ask me what my twizzys do, i tell them, “shoot,” (ayy, woo, woo)
tell that b+tch to play the instrument, yeah, she like to play the flute
i made ten bands off this apple watch so that’s my favorite fruit
i can trust n0body, told ’em sign that sh+t ‘fore comin’ through
all my money stuck together, i can’t even count it, that sh+t glued (glue)
and this residue on my finger, that sh+t’s blue, that’s the proof
sippin’ on wock’, juice
yeah, i’m totin’ that [?] through

[outro]
yeah, yeah, yeah
i told her “coupe,”

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