letra de super coupe - real boston richey
[intro]
i don’t know
i’m in a super coupe tonight
slime, and some other sh-t right now
you know, i been thinkin’ lately, like, you know, sh-t ain’t the same
uh, f-ck these n-gga talkin’ ’bout?
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mhm, mhm, uh
[chorus]
i can’t talk to the dead, and i don’t talk to the feds
they say, “a dead man can’t tell you who left his ass dead”
i got my hands dirty before, but, i like payin’ bread
them old n-ggas that came before you’ll tell you i weren’t scared
headshot ’em, i want no legs
she f-ck me good, i take her down south and i buy new br–sts
i’m chasin’ p-ssy and i’m chasin’ paper, i’m out of brеathe
they actin’ like thеy focused on money, but be seekin’ help
that sh-t be really h-ll
[verse]
figured this sh-t out up in my cell
i had to fall bac from that lean, that sh-t bad for my health
i wish i could tell my grandma i love her, she ain’t here
i loved lil slugga down to the gutter, n-gga, i ain’t got no feels
i’m ready to k!ll
that was my cousin, see, sh-t was real
i know these n-ggas be talk, when that murder talk, but n-ggas’ll squeal
when on my first jet, free lil jacob, sh-t still give me chills
i’m slidin’ with a switch and draco, it’s just me and bill
it’s just me and slime
super coupe be goin’, jump in that four-door, see you tomorrow
she sad today, give her sometime, she’ll be happy tomorrow
i’ll buy a purse, i’ll never bow down and say, “i’m sorry”
i buy xanny bars all of summer, i forget ’bout all my problems
uh, don’t matter what, i’m goin’ hard
uh, cold-blooded k!llers, they goin’ hard
had to talk with all of my n-ggas, just playin’ smart
when i check you on that problem, don’t take it to heart
[chorus]
i can’t talk to the dead, and i don’t talk to the feds
they say, “a dead man can’t tell you who left his ass dead”
i got my hands dirty before, but, i like payin’ bread
them old n-ggas that came before you’ll tell you i weren’t scared
headshot ’em, i want no legs
she f-ck me good, i take her down south and i buy new br–sts
i’m chasin’ p-ssy and i’m chasin’ paper, i’m out of breathe
they actin’ like they focused on money, but be seekin’ help
that sh-t be really h-ll
i can’t talk to the dead, and i don’t talk to the feds
they say, “a dead man can’t tell you who left his ass dead”
i got my hands dirty before, but, i like payin’ bread
them old n-ggas that came before you’ll tell you i weren’t scared
headshot ’em, i want no legs
[outro]
h-headshot ’em, i want no legs
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