Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Coupé Décalé, artist - Gabe 'Nandez. Date of issue: 28.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Coupé Décalé |
| Who built the pyramids? |
| Niggas in Africa niggas in Paris my nigga you know who the lyricist |
| Shout to my homies and my co conspirators |
| If you feel lonely when you all alone that means you do not know what your |
| feelings is You in your feelings, I’m in my bag |
| Mathematics do you know how to add |
| Acrobatics I pull on the track |
| Do you want it slow, you want it fast |
| You on Instagram flaunting the cash |
| ATM you withdrawing your stash |
| Counting bills but that’s all that you have |
| Niggas hungry they wanting this cash |
| Send location take all of your stacks |
| Shit is real shit is raw on the ave |
| Real as it get, watch who you with |
| Rigatoni in the pot with the fish |
| Shout to Tony he be dropping them hits |
| Patagonia with some Malian drip |
| Trynna find me a Somalian chick |
| We can be friends I don’t want head |
| Couple ways we could both make bread |
| Get this money let’s get this dough |
| Coupé Décalé do si do |
| Once I get it gotta go gt more |
| Gotta get it gotta proceed slow |
| Slow down nigga |
| You think you gangsta cause you know som gangstas but you know what go round |
| nigga Rumours and Karma |
| Bumpin Pluto and The Carter |
| Smoking woolies in the corridor |
| Doing voodoo with your daughter |
| Shaka Zulu went to Harvard |
| Mix the fufu with shawarma |
| Voulez vous peruse new improved and used |
| New Jerusalem order |
| I just take it much farther |
| I just go so much harder |
| Fuck you pay me no barter |
| Immortal, more martyrs |
| (Elucid) |
| It’s too easy to load an A-R why’s the nine much harder? |
| Sometimes questions don’t deserve answers but I’m not your father |
| Brolic my broken banner buckles, bullshit artifice |
| Violence hear up the molecule a stone cold partnership |
| I’m an island I’m going vertical |
| What’s really urgent send a pigeon I’d like a word with you |
| Hard to earn ten thousand hour returns I take it all personal |
| The scope of my sermon reaches out and burns no matter where on earth you move |
| If I so choose, the bruise is the black man’s birthright |
| It’s not news and no this ain’t my first life |
| Or second, adding credits, not so cryptic |
| All the money stolen |
| Ha ha’s and high fives |
| Pay him what you owe him |
| And close the books, the man who talk with the flowers |
| I have no enemies I don’t live in the past |
| My recall memory fails but you not built like that |