Search results for 'Vintage Gas Competition Coupe'

the zeros in it
I need the coupe with like three hoes in it
That was yo lane, but I debo'd in it
No competition 
Bitch, we sholl winnin
Louis V pouch with

the best on
Drown you in La Perla
I love to see you with less on
Poppin like a Smith & Wesson
Cop the new coupe for you
Chanel Vintage Hula Hoop
Earrings

the best on
Drown you in La Perla
I love to see you with less on
Poppin like a Smith & Wesson
Cop the new coupe for you
Chanel Vintage Hula Hoop
Earrings

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Hop up in the coupe
Press the gas
Hit the dash
Living life fast
Getting

as written
Release this gas on you people like Assad when I'm tripping
Pray for ya then piss on ya grave now that's a contradiction
Top back on the coupe bout

mad
Little bags of the gas
High pain, niggas laughing
We ash then we pass
Father protect my 40 and my Deuce Deuce
Never know what I got in
My little

Yuh
I been sleepless
I step on the gas
12 catching up I'm gon floor it
Mmm
I been sleepless
I been sleepless
Yeah
Yuh
Mmm
I been sleepless
I step

competition
Shorty ass kinda swole, she bend it over, I'm tippin'

I'm early in the morning 'cause you know we be grindin'
Do anything for my dawgs, just

like he need a ride
Roll on the molly I'm feeling alive
This what I deserve (Whoo!)
Hop in the coupe and I swerve (Skrt!)
Foot on the gas, I'm in first

I was living life too fast
Foot on the gas.
Running from the ghosts
That were lurking in my past
I get lost in the headlights
Remember when we used

move different, plot, we through wishing, my crew rigid
My shoes Christian, tailored suite vintage, who you kidding
Coupe slip through the space

Okay
I do
I fuck on ya hoe but that pussy just cool
A shout out to Zay when I hop out the coupe
And as soon as I wake I be right in the stu
Yeah
Uh

Versace, they vintage (shades)
And she love to get high, we got the gas in the swishers (gas)
She know that I'm a criminal, I'm an alien got tentacles

Baddest bitch, touched my dick, and now she got me in the mood
Smokin' all this gas, blow the roof out of the coupe
I got high, then nicked the competition

This job is too fulfilling
Two ga-jillion pairs of supervillain shoes to fill in
A mood to kill 'til I plow my Coupe de Ville
Into some children

Five, four, three, two seats in the coupe
Gearshift change and that mf'er zoom
Spin the block turn this bitch into a ballet
Playin bumper cars whip

the Rent due
I ain't never rob no body but I'm Fin too
Bringing more attention to Michigan
Then Flint drew steve Stevens's a old nigga
For the Benz coupe

lingo so i leave her panties soaked
Vintage clothes on me you can't get em in tha store 
Cold like Minnesota so I'm feeling like I'm boat
Think i need

Eins für das Gas
Eins für die Straps, ja, eins für die Cats
Eins für den Smoke, ja, ich lebe fast
Lightning strucks at night
Vintage guck nicht auf den

down ga ik get
Deze dagen voel ik mij een wreck, nah nah nah nah
Whole lotta shit that I regret
Net Sean pak ik een L en bounce ik back
Pakte een L last

upon the beat, Elite, the heat is premium
Delete the competition, have 'em wishin' I was feelin' 'em
I take the track to higher heights, like voices

with problems on my own, own
Been doing this for a minute fuck competition I'm winning
Hop in the coupe windows tinted
I always been minding my business

Competition with myself
No one competing
Had her hittin high notes
Like she the weekend
She so sweet
It break my heart to recess pieces
She on offence
Im

lookin' for you like some vintage Prada
Lookin' for you like some archive pieces (pow-pow, pow)
Jealousy in the ends, they hate when you become successful