Stalley - Coupes & Roses Lyrics

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As a kid I had a lot of money
Nodded up rubber band money
Next to that XBox thrown in my Jordan box
As a kid I had a lot of money
Nooded up rubber band 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'
Shootig 3s for a dollar
I was hustling niggers back then
Buying momma scratch and wins
Stacking my ends trying to get that Robinson
Cause pop was robbing
Beatin'em back then
I mean back when he was in my life
I still had to think
For my life it was good with that
Dicky pants and shooting thai
Let me decide which way to go
Changes tire wages
Out to the day I expire so
BCGs Russian blue collar to the buckle
All my deals done Midwest
Nigger 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

Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead
Fresh made we bow our head
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
Coupes & roses flowers for the dead
Fresh made we bow our head
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

Expensive habits I'm an
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 nigger
Everybody say I'm awesome
I'm just makin money talkin' this
Never made one cent
Of a toss in a blink
I hustled diamonds
Got my hands dirty
Cleaning 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 nigger
The harder I work more lavish I live
Not bad for a kid
Who always started with kicks

Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead
Fresh made we bow our head
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
Coupes & roses flowers for the dead
Fresh made we bow our head
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
Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead
Fresh made we bow our head
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
Coupes & roses flowers for the dead
Fresh made we bow our head
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
He said

Coupes & roses, flowers for the dead
Fresh made we bow our head
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
Coupes & roses flowers for the dead
Fresh made we bow our head
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


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