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letra de misery - coupe cortez

[intro]
yea
(yah, yah, yah)
coupe cortez, ymp!
(ymp cash!)

[chorus]
i’m telling you that misery loves company
i can’t believe my n-gga pulled a gun on me (yah, yah, yah, yah)
have a milly saved up when the reaper come for me (oh, yah, yah)
i’m telling you that misery loves company, (yah, yah, yah)
doing sh-t that n-ggas wouldn’t have done for me (yah, yah, yah)
now my shorty doubtin’ she in love with me (yeah)
i ain’t know how miserable these drugs could be (oh, yah
they telling me that misery loves company (yah, yah, ya, yah)

[bridge]
(like yah), why you do that (yeah, yeah)
they said you sucker, so you had to prove that (yeah, yeah)
them perkys had him thinkin’ he a shooter (what, work)
had my n-gga screwed up
now my n-ggas tooled up (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[verse 1]
if it’s addy, drop a addy, i’ll slide (i’ll slide)
when it comes to xannies i’m zaddy, she’s mine (she’s mine)
my thoughts they wonder, i’m trying (i’m trying)
i’m on a three, hour flight, k!ll time (time) yea yea
you ain’t never gone get yo b-tch back, n-gga she mines (she mines)
she can hear them percocets calling in her 6s, n-gga she high (she high)
she thought i was a mellow -ss rapper like 6lack, n-gga you lying (you lying)
n-ggas call me when they get they sh-t sn-tched
my tooley both rave, and kickback

[chorus]
i’m telling you that misery loves company
i can’t believe my n-gga pulled a gun on me (yah, yah, yah, yah)
have a milly saved up when the reaper come for me (oh, yah, yah)
i’m telling you that misery loves company, (yah, yah, yah)
doing sh-t that n-ggas wouldn’t have done for me (yah, yah, yah)
now my shorty doubtin’ she in love with me (yeah)
i ain’t know how miserable these drugs could be (oh, yah)
they telling me that misery loves company (yah, yah, ya, yah) like yah

[bridge 2]
why you do that (yeah)
telling all yo friends what we doin’ (yeah)
off them percolaters, had yo -ss movin’ (yeah)
better get yo cool -ss (yea, yeah)
i was doing em’ too yea
now we!

[verse 2]
fifteen foreign b-tches tried to message me (yah, yah)
(sound like) sound like groupie love is what they selling me (yah)
need a rockstar b-tch in the zeplin tee (oh , oh ya)
she got the -ss shots with the jelly, aye (yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah)
don’t get up to my room acting celibate (oh, oh ya)
feel like halle b is in the bed with me (oh, oh ya)
penelope, hotel with me, (yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah)
i know you cousins shooters, they ain’t scaring me

- coupe cortez

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