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Дата выпуска: 28.07.2021
Возрастные ограничения: 18+
Язык песни: Английский
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 |