paroles de chanson Couple Dollars - Styles P
Whoa
Whoa!
I
just
get
a
couple
dollars,
couple
joints
Couple
spots,
couple
of
my
friends
They
gon'
get
a
couple
drinks,
couple
girls
Couple
hammers
'case
they
get
it
in
I
just
get
a
couple
dollars,
couple
joints
Couple
spots,
couple
of
my
friends
They
gon'
get
a
couple
drinks,
couple
girls
Couple
hammers
'case
they
get
it
in
I
just
wanna
light
bop,
I
just
wanna
two-step
I
just
wanna
get
high,
I
ain't
tryna
do
sh*t
Familiar
with
the
old
sh*t,
not
with
the
new
sh*t
If
I
don't
like
the
music,
shot
then
it's
deuces
Back
to
the
parkin'
lot,
hop
in
the
exclusive
Headed
to
the
hood
where
the
n*ggas
act
ruthless
Weavin'
through
the
traffic,
[?]
lookin'
[?]
I
don't
give
a
sh*t,
I
smoke,
I'ma
still
leave
the
ashes
All
I
see
is
money
but
I
still
need
some
glasses
N*ggas
say
they
hood
but
they
still
need
some
passes
I'm
still
high
as
giraffe
asses
I'm
still
gettin'
the
last
laugh
in
I
just
get
a
couple
dollars,
couple
joints
Couple
spots,
couple
of
my
friends
They
gon'
get
a
couple
drinks,
couple
girls
Couple
hammers
'case
they
get
it
in
I
just
get
a
couple
dollars,
couple
joints
Couple
spots,
couple
of
my
friends
They
gon'
get
a
couple
drinks,
couple
girls
Couple
hammers
'case
they
get
it
in
I
am
on
a
great
one,
I
don't
mean
a
treadmill
I
am
on
some
woke
sh*t,
forgot
how
the
bed
feel
I
am
what
you
get
you
mix
the
blue
and
the
red
pill
I
could
run
on
ice
and
not
slip,
sh*t
is
dead
real
I
could
dodge
rain
drops,
I
could
duck
snow
flurries
Your
favorite
rapper
is
so
worried
I'ma
juice
n*gga,
I
probably
blend
'em
like
Mulberries
Burn
'em
like
Malberg
when
I
shoot
'em
like
Mawberg
Maybe
the
other
Steph,
another
step
you
up
on
the
roof
Swear
to
God,
hope
you
made
of
some
rubber
sh*t
S-P
the
Ghost,
yeah,
I
stay
on
some
other
sh*t
I
got
a
buncha
Styles,
n*gga,
word
to
my
government
I
just
get
a
couple
dollars,
couple
joints
Couple
spots,
couple
of
my
friends
They
gon'
get
a
couple
drinks,
couple
girls
Couple
hammers
'case
they
get
it
in
I
just
get
a
couple
dollars,
couple
joints
Couple
spots,
couple
of
my
friends
They
gon'
get
a
couple
drinks,
couple
girls
Couple
hammers
'case
they
get
it
in
I'ma
kill
the
last
eight,
sh*t,
you
thought
I'm
slippin'?
Man,
I
thought
get
the
drift
from
the
sh*t
I
said
the
last
tape
Me?
I'm
like
Dutch,
you
are
just
a
Billy
Bathgate
Ride
with
me,
probably
find
a
finger
the
ashtray
Machine
pull
the
sh*t
out,
gon'
kill
these
n*ggas
halfway
Meanin'
they
dead
but
they
ain't
dead
F*ckin'
with
me,
they
just
brain
dead
They
ain't
sayin'
no
sh*t
that
I
ain't
said
Stay
lightin'
the
strings,
yeah,
I'm
a
gang
head
Ghost
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