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red coupe - ybc zyn lyrics

[intro: ybc zyn]
it’s ybc zyn
and luvjaayo
red coupe

[verse 1: ybc zyn]
red coupe we be slidin
like the deep end, yeah i dive in
we be living in our prime
yeah you know that we are thriving
peek a boo, ya he hiding
i feel like its time to chime in
foreign whips is what i ride in
like nav it’s perfect timing
perfect timing, never miss it
shot my shot at shawty and you know i swished it
call you twizzler cause you always get it twisted
countin racks, it feels like christmas
call me wrap because i’m gifted
if you doubt me, must be trippin
like your brain cells might be missin, ay

[chorus: luvjaayo]
red coupe, whippin through the park
this ain’t cheap this a push to start
all my n*gga’s dogs they gon bark
why you tryin you ain’t going far
[verse 2: luvjaayo]
imma leave you in the rearview
p*ssy n*gga we don’t fear you
bullets in your body you’re see*through
ya we skirting that red coupe
we cannot hear you
don’t even wanna be near you
all of you n*gga’s is mad cause you cannot do what we do
high as f*ck flyin like peter pan ay
slime nose green like peter pan ay
skrilla kid cause i am a money man ay
choppa finna make him do the shmoney dance ay
do the shmoney dance ay
i been busy coutin up a hunnid bands ay
pink fit on me like i’m k!lla cam ay
freak b*tch on me do the superman ay
all my n*gga’s shootin like the taliban ay
old n*gga lookin an anchorman ay
i might have to hit u wit this contraband ay
broke n*gga whippin in a caravan ay
spin on my d*ck like a beyblade b*tch
keep a k like the kk b*tch
kickin n*gga’s like its pele b*tch
robbin n*gga’s like its payday b*tch

[verse 3: ybc zyn}
payday
i need to kick back need a vacay
i just spent 5 bands that’s a great day
my homie’s dawg’s just like a great dane
for this lifestyle is hard to maintain
they gon say i have the juice
these bands keep comin through
spent a whole rack on some shoes
red bottoms, christian loub
be true to me
spent 5 bands just on jewelry
i know he’s a clown he’s just talkin foolery
we talk about money when we talkin usually
i’m making a point so i’m callin it scrutiny
call him a quarterback like he just threw to me
my pockets fat like the money just grew to me
he just a trick can’t believe he was fooling me
[outro: luvjaayo]
red coupe, whippin through the park
this ain’t cheap this a push to start
all my n*gga’s thugs they gon bark
why you tryin you ain’t going far

- ybc zyn lyrics

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