Harry Fraud - 88 Coupes lyrics

rate me

Cuz I don’t know where’s the top

Niggas smoke nalbel at, eighty eight goaps like a colaps

I’Ll be eighty eight starts of the flow high

Need the federal, flip the worth coming back like their rose

You don’t call me, I’mma call you

It’s easely, bread and I avoid you

Stop bagging I don’t own you

They voice you cross the line nigga, I don’t know you

Make a bomp call the middle weak

Middle closet like fashion week

Slaigh drugs still got the pocket

You still make some a lot fine today

Try zip mama and melt

Way nigga is no hang with ni liquer

Man watch for the stake

GOB gonna flow, don’t want all on my road

A lot like porno show

Feel free, nobody will kill it

Wanna tell you a storie but God won’t bet with you

And now, I ain’t try to get real for you

So go and tell the bitch to speal for you

You count, shine up with out it

Toast some cake on, pills what we need now

Caught in block is your boy on it

Young boy shutter like the more confidence

Bricks in the base give the nigga space

Clips in the matrais, live with the waves

Five stars tell him, said she’s six hating

Now are all killers my niggas all ready

Gift and curse next step be the worst

Next good be the hurts man the shit run,

When it hurts my nigas sing it high

For the church dog, man sing it on

Was the first talk, now in age fight

I’ll be claining his wish, the team is official, black white diamonds

All I need is a wistle

My wide is the dishue, now may I pricide the chisue

They put you above the only single man

Homie speakers out of the pringel tag

Can’t wait to do that thing again

When they mention your name the bells ring again

Getting that cake it calls french

You love turn from hate in addiction

Mine think ...prescriptions

Up in the president your sweet when you fixed it

Lot suckers in the banz

Good guy, young, suckers, niggas lives

Quick and way you go, fucking with the kids

Ain’t gonna stop ‚til you pugging with the sense

Go on hundred thousand fucking with the nigga

I’mma fly on the problem, buck full of bricks

Last nigh in club, fucking with a bitch

Get money in the field but fucking with the six

Words of a fight, drug to the game

Lil nigga knows the hood, running though my veins

Real stubler with great toys ...and straight boy

Just smoke loud and make noise

Dream team, great voice

All green daddy and naughty eighty eight troy