Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Coupe, artist - Idontknowjeffery. Date of issue: 10.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
In The Coupe |
| Three-Thirty pop up out the club they bout to close soon |
| Two bad bitches wanna leave but it’s no room |
| (Yeah it’s no room, yeah it’s no) |
| P-pop outside club they bout to close soon |
| Two bad bitches wanna leave but it’s no room |
| Stuff em' in the coupe Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in the coupe Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in it |
| Doctor Jeffery chasing honey Winnie Pooh |
| Glock .22 same size as a mini coupe |
| Ran into the opp I can’t tell you what I’m finna do |
| All I need is duct tape and super glue |
| Had he knew pull up to his job left a bad review |
| Having shit my way y’all niggas don’t have a clue |
| Kill off every opp I used to have a few |
| Dropping dead bodies off on random avenues |
| Nigga stuff em' yuh |
| Stuff em in a coupe |
| Stuff em in a coupe buncha room |
| Married to the money I can’t jump the broom |
| Another hunnit thousand grand coming soon |
| Fuck around and give it to a bunch of goons (here!) |
| Blow up your Uncle room (boom!) |
| I heard he didn’t make it |
| F Type Jag make him get naked |
| Cuban link bracelet (bling!) |
| Two bad bitches wanna leave with me but only one seat vacant |
| Don’t make them sad faces |
| Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in it |
| Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in it |
| Shit ain’t very comfy but I’m fucking in it |
| Dropped another opp it took me just a minute |
| Cartier frames she getting complementive |
| I can’t bring my Glock inside this party I’ll get to dumpin in it |
| Nigga look like he crumpin' in it (Yo) |
| Nigga look like jookin |
| Doctor Jeffery crooked |
| All you niggas pussy used to have a life until I took it |
| Stuffed him in a casket |
| I got the audacity |
| Nigga went out sadly |
| I left his funeral happy |
| Cartier I’m classic |
| I’m sliding in the Jag |
| I am not tryna brag but I’m the worst she ever had |
| But this bitch ain’t never had me |
| I’m at Wells Fargo laughing |
| I’m feeling fantastic |
| I just pull out I just pull out 37 bands stuff em' in my pants |
| Stuff em' in my uh |
| I need bigger pants (belt) |
| Call my nigga Stan |
| Come give me a hand need a minivan carry all these bands nah change of plans |
| nigga let’s buy some land (buy some ha) |
| Driving with a body all melancholy |
| Fucking lock em' in a port-a-potty probably huh yeah |
| Leave em by the toilet y’all are not important |
| Walk a nigga down in my Air Jordans |
| RKO that nigga like I’m Randy Orton |
| Flip over the table they kicked me outta Morton’s (let go) |
| I got to jail for murder for I get extorted |
| Shot him in his gut I hit a vital organ |
| Fuck that niggas organs I give niggas torture (fuck em') |
| I got more numbers on me than the Wheel Of Fortune (duckets) |
| I told her don’t call me baby, babies get aborted |
| Put a hit on you you know I can afford it (You know I can) |
| You know I paid for it |
| Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in it |
| I can fit a crew |
| I can fit a group |
| Bunch of women |
| F Type Music |
| Yeah |
| Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in it |
| Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in the coupe |
| Stuff em' in it |