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Coupes & Roses Lyrics - Singles - Stalley

As a kid i had a lot of money 

Knotted up, rubberband money 

Next to that XBox, thrown in my Jordan box 

I think it was my 13's something that i rarely rocked 

White and black high top, i used to wear the high socks 

Back when i was ballin', shootin' 3's for a dollar 

I was hustlin' niggas back then, buyin' momma scratch and wins 

Stackin my ends, tryin' to get that Robinson 

Cause pop was robbin', beatin' 'em back then 

I mean back when it was in my life 

I still had to think 

For my life, it was good with that 

Dicky pants and shootin' tai 

Let me decide which way to go 

Changes tire wages out to the day I expire so 

BCG's Russian, blue collar? 

All my deals done, Midwest nigga with the locks on 

Been getting this since Voltron, kung-fu grip, grow fond 

When it comes to getting this paper I'm like coke deal up boy 

 

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Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead 

Fresh made, we bow our heads, give thanks for this bread 

Lord keep us safe and our families out the feds 

My OG asked it square, and this is what he said: we should 

 

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Expensive habits, I'm a addict for gold and kicks 

Leather bunkers and dark skinned chicks 

What can I say? I like to floss a bit 

Spend money like a faucet drain 

Sweat pants inside vans like a Boston nigga 

Everybody say I'm awesome 

I'm just makin money talkin' this 

Never made one cent off a toss in a blink 

I hustled diamonds, got my hands dirty, cleanin my wrist 

Gold gat, no rope, still emotion is sick 

Blue collar, clean Impala, automatic no stick 

In case in trip automatics who grip protect possessions 

Don't condone a weapon but they out to catch us slippin' 

When you livin' like this the poor fish on the rich 

Court seats in the Knicks, shout to Marn, my nigga 

The harder I work more lavish I live 

Not bad for a kid who always started with kicks 

 

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