Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Coupe, Who Dis?, artist - Smino. Date of issue: 21.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New Coupe, Who Dis? |
| Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me |
| Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, talk to me |
| Okay—don't talk to me, don’t talk to me, don’t talk to me |
| Voulez-vous cou', we cut like filet mignon |
| Shia Lebouf, give me nothin' but gold |
| Cold bitch, she wet, Lake Michigan |
| Fully loaded quesadilla, I work like a Mexican |
| Bad lil' hoe, your trap by hoe |
| Ain’t got a lotta tick, can’t talk right now |
| I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (beamin'), who dis? |
| (schemin') |
| Watchin' TV in the headrest (this is automatic), lay down |
| I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (Bimmer), who dis? |
| (schemin') |
| Watchin' TV in the headrest (what your lil ass be watchin'?), lay down |
| Killing these niggas stylistically is a crack rock for 'em |
| He speak facts with the Caps Lock on |
| Hit 'em in the purse, I know that’s where it hurts worst |
| Excuse my language, I know the truth sound like curse words |
| Excuse my singing, I know that I may sound like hurt birds |
| All of these C-notes, lazy eye, fly plaid shirt, he look like Deebo |
| Lift a brick, came up out the dirt with my people |
| Ignorant, only 'cause you looking through a peephole |
| And I could peep game |
| You 'gon need some ski poles, tryna dig through these flows |
| Could avalanche, but refrain |
| What the fuck’s a co-sign? |
| That sound like a new fan |
| Fam I been in this shit you acting like I just grew hands |
| Grip that bitch with two hands and blow off a limb in this bitch |
| Space coupe, I feel like Invader Zim in this bitch |
| Pulled up in the black on black, silk wrap like a new perm |
| Ten percent tints, hope twelve don’t U-turn |
| Way too much piff in these G-star |
| Lowkey, pullin' strings, niggas speak bass guitar |
| Smino hit the sweet-talk, Mrs. Officer |
| I don’t need |
| (I don’t need, I don’t need, I don’t need no co-sign) |
| I got me |
| (A lot on, a lot on, a lot on my, my mind) |
| (They say I beef, I done told 'em I’m refined |
| I don’t need, I don’t need, I don’t need no co-sign) |
| I got me |
| (A lot on, a lot on, a lot on my, my mind) |
| (They say I beef, I done told 'em I’m refined) |
| Reposition her, throw me that scalp |
| Throw me that, let me see you turn around |
| Deep conditioner, huh I’ma beat it till it pout |
| Brought my niggas out of dark place, 2 door |
| Cut the power I was couped up, no 2-door |
| Pay my cars I’m no uno, hands looking a lil fudo |
| Your bitch wanna kick it, she do judo |
| Give me the scalp, I want the new growth |
| Smi in your hoodie, just might pullover |
| All of your flowers, stroke your willow |
| Smokin' white widow with a widow |
| One of a cut or roll up two more (roll that shit up) |
| All in your stomach, yeah you know |
| Play instrumental on her menstrual |
| (This shit harder than a motherfucker, I like that) |
| Come back I can give you a lil bit more |
| It don’t take much to keep my tempo |
| I don’t indulge in extra info |
| I maximize on minimal |
| Freaky, she speaking french to her |
| Voulez-vous cou', we cut like filet mignon |
| Shia Lebouf, give me nothin' but gold |
| Cold bitch, she wet, Lake Michigan |
| Fully loaded quesadilla, I work like a Mexican |
| Bad lil' hoe, your trap by hoe |
| Ain’t got a lotta tick, can’t talk right now |
| I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (beamin'), who dis? |
| (schemin') |
| Watchin' TV in the headrest (this is automatic), lay down |
| I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (Bimmer), who dis? |
| (schemin') |
| Watchin' TV in the headrest (what your lil ass be watchin'?) |