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letra de coupe still orange - southside hoodlum

[verse 1]
i got drank, my lean, i’m leanin’
bend her back over ‘fore i leave her
got sticks, got robbed like [?]
beat the block down like a beetle
b-tch you a roach, i ain’t talkin’ no beetle
[?] my dog fell a sleep on a needle
man in the mirror feelin’ evil
sh-t, imma [?] my people
[?] got my people
breakin’ down the pot we equal
beat the block down like a beetle
whip two tone like a zebra
coupe still orange like a cheetah
block still hot like fema
bass in the trunk, put that sh-t in the speaker
partner got white like a sneakers
[?] like people
i kick sh-t like fifa
cut yuh sh-t in half like pizza
paint the block down like lisa
b-tch gonna swipe like visa
walk yo’ ass down and they leave yuh
b-tch said a man down
sittin’ at the table, gon’ tell me what the plan now?
scr-ppin’ up [?] when the grams out
sh-t [?] of people starin’ at my [?] house
big body swingin’ down the road we gon’ stand out
sh-t i’m gonna bring [?] when i smoke
bring hope to the hood like [?]
hoppin’ out the car and i float
sh-t i got robbed when i tote
sh-t i gotta get in her throat
i got drank, my lean, i’m leanin’
beat the block down like a beetle
whip two tone like a zebra
coupe still orange like a cheetah
block still hot like fema
bass in the trunk, put that sh-t in the speaker
i got drank, my lean, i’m leanin’
bend her back over ‘fore i leave her
got sticks, got robbed like [?]
beat the block down like a beetle
whip two tone like a zebra
coupe still orange like a cheetah
block still hot like fema
[beat switch]

[verse 2]
i got drank
i got drank
i got sticks, and i got glocks, and i got beams
i got cameras on my screen
i live lavish with my team
out the mud b-tch that’s my dog
out the dirt and i thank god
i bring work and [?]
spin that block and pull that card
my car black, inside cream
it go [?] you on that [?]
[?]
[?] smoke ali
my blunt big, mo’nique
stomp that hoe on my street
duck and i weave
talkin’ ’bout weed
don’t bring my [?]
stand up hoe don’t sit in no chair
i’m in that hoe, imma bust in her hair
eatin’ right now
blowin’ weed right now
ass so fat [?] right down
throat so deep i’m in the “p” right now
she gon’ bust til’ the beat go down
she gon’ lie to the cops when the heat come ’round
she gon’ hide the glock in the seat right now
like d-mn you know, big headed hoe but i got my dough
big body b-tch when i’m in my zone
big drank sipper, and pour my fo’
shots out the window and imma need some mo’
shots out the window imma let them go… d-mn
i got drank
i got sticks, and i got glocks, and i got beams
i got dreams
i got sticks, and i got glocks, and i got beams
i got
i got sticks, and i got glocks, and i got beams
i got drank
i got drank
i got drank

- southside hoodlum

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