Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 88 Coupes, artist - French Montana. Album song Coke Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2012
Record label: Coke Boys
Song language: English
88 Coupes |
| Hah! |
| Cause I don’t know what they totin |
| You niggas smokin that Lamar Odom |
| 88 coupes like a car lot |
| I be 88 stories off the floor high |
| You need the Phantom Rolls |
| Flippin work, comin back like Derrick Rose |
| Don’t call me, I’mma call you |
| Sicily, bread, olive oil |
| Stop beggin nigga I don’t owe you |
| And once you cross the line nigga I don’t know you |
| Make about quarter mill a week |
| Man that closet like Fashion Week |
| Slingin drugs, dealers got the package |
| I still make Salah 5 times a day |
| Tryna send mama to Mecca |
| While a nigga snortin pound with the liquor |
| Man watch for the stick up, (prrrp) |
| G-O-D God flow |
| Don Juan de Marco, lot like car show |
| Feel for ya, nobody to kill for ya |
| Wanna tell ya story but God won’t bear with you |
| And nah, I ain’t tryna get bread with you |
| So go and tell yo bitch to split the bill with you |
| I’m countin commas, young die with honor |
| Turks and Caicos, still smoking marijuana |
| Corner block was ya boy office |
| Young boy shooter like Jamal Crawford |
| Bricks in the basement, givin niggas spaces |
| Clips in the Matrix, slid with the waitress |
| 5 stars telly, said she 16 |
| Now that’s R. Kelly, my niggas war ready |
| Gifted and cursed, next step could be the worse |
| Next coupe could be ya hearse |
| Man this shit hard when it hurt though |
| My niggas slingin hard in front of church doors |
| Man slingin hard was the first tour |
| Now it’s H. Fraud on a surf board |
| I be clean as a whistle |
| Team is official |
| Black and white diamonds, all I need is a whistle |
| My weed is the issue |
| Now may I proceed to kiss you? |
| They put you where both of ya’ll single men |
| Home-made speaker outta the Pringle can |
| Can’t wait to do your thing again |
| When they mention your name the bells ring again |
| Gettin that cake, it cause friction |
| They love turn that hate to addiction |
| Mind thinker but echo prescriptions |
| Up in the presidential suite with a vixen |
| A lot of suckers in the bizz |
| Good die young, sucka niggas live |
| Quickest way to go, fuckin with the kids |
| He ain’t gon stop til you pluck him with the SIG |
| Lost 100 thou, fuckin with the Knicks |
| Flyin on a bruckner, bucket full of bricks |
| Last night club, fuck it, where the bitch |
| Cause money in the field but I fuckin with the 6 |
| Words of advice, run through the game |
| Niggas know the hood run through my veins |
| Real subtle with great poise |
| Pure bundles of straight boy |
| Smoke loud, make noise |
| Dream Team, Wraith Boys |
| RIP Darry D and Nutty aka Troy |
| What? |
| D block &Coke Boys |
| Pushin |
| Yeah |
| Uh |
| Fuck with me |
| Harry Fraud’s a bad motherfucker |
| Yea |
| Uh |
| This shit is stupid |