"couches" lyrics
DJ Rennessy
Ss3bby, what up?
Turn me the fuck up
Let's go, go
Maybach bouncing, shorty ass bouncing
All that bad energy around me, I won't allow it
I remember trying to find pennies in the couch
I ain't even had nobody vouching
Do the dash, seven-forty, been up the road, it's astounding
Paid straight cash and you know I'm still counting
In that 'Vette, I won't even stress, counting up a check
Baby, give me neck, baby, tote— ayy, yeah
Baby, suck it up while I emote
Shawty's in the trap going emo
Neck and wrist cost a kilo
She want Ruth Chris, took her to a bistro
Lost my mind, yeah, I'm going evil
Yeah, stunting, Kick Buttowski (Rock on)
Young rich nigga, throw that in my about me (Rock on)
Madbudz, this ain't Maui
Fuck the bitch, swear she swishing everything about me (Rock on)
Chapter 34, "Show and Tell"
(Let me talk my shit real quick, you heard?)
The invite to see the new security detail for the prime minister
(I'm deadass though, I ain't laughing)
Was somewhat of a tradition and Mycroft always put in—
(You wanna see something funny though?)
I'll show you something real funny
Niggas real mad, 'cause a nigga getting money
Bitches love me, yeah, I'm going real dummy
Cut up to this one bitch, I swear she don't love me
Don't love me, they saying Xav real scummy
That was ever since a nigga started getting real money (Real money)
She gonna eat me up like a gummy ('Cause I'm yummy)
If they test me, then it's getting ugly
Where Young Xav from used to be real slummy (Real slummy)
So much paper on me, I'm a real mummy (From Egypt)
You looking mad 'cause me and his bitch real chummy
Yeah, my brodie sip so much drank, he got a real tummy
Most these niggas ain't even real to me
Yeah, had to get it in, oh
Maybach, whip that bitch, oh
I don't care, niggas know I'm sticked up
Forgiato rims for the Piccolo
Oh, you down bad, nigga, lick something
Tell my nigga skate when the lick come
Chinese bitch, she eat me up, she going dim sum
Feel that bass when I'm off that drank
Ss3bby, what up?
Turn me the fuck up
Let's go, go
Maybach bouncing, shorty ass bouncing
All that bad energy around me, I won't allow it
I remember trying to find pennies in the couch
I ain't even had nobody vouching
Do the dash, seven-forty, been up the road, it's astounding
Paid straight cash and you know I'm still counting
In that 'Vette, I won't even stress, counting up a check
Baby, give me neck, baby, tote— ayy, yeah
Baby, suck it up while I emote
Shawty's in the trap going emo
Neck and wrist cost a kilo
She want Ruth Chris, took her to a bistro
Lost my mind, yeah, I'm going evil
Yeah, stunting, Kick Buttowski (Rock on)
Young rich nigga, throw that in my about me (Rock on)
Madbudz, this ain't Maui
Fuck the bitch, swear she swishing everything about me (Rock on)
Chapter 34, "Show and Tell"
(Let me talk my shit real quick, you heard?)
The invite to see the new security detail for the prime minister
(I'm deadass though, I ain't laughing)
Was somewhat of a tradition and Mycroft always put in—
(You wanna see something funny though?)
I'll show you something real funny
Niggas real mad, 'cause a nigga getting money
Bitches love me, yeah, I'm going real dummy
Cut up to this one bitch, I swear she don't love me
Don't love me, they saying Xav real scummy
That was ever since a nigga started getting real money (Real money)
She gonna eat me up like a gummy ('Cause I'm yummy)
If they test me, then it's getting ugly
Where Young Xav from used to be real slummy (Real slummy)
So much paper on me, I'm a real mummy (From Egypt)
You looking mad 'cause me and his bitch real chummy
Yeah, my brodie sip so much drank, he got a real tummy
Most these niggas ain't even real to me
Yeah, had to get it in, oh
Maybach, whip that bitch, oh
I don't care, niggas know I'm sticked up
Forgiato rims for the Piccolo
Oh, you down bad, nigga, lick something
Tell my nigga skate when the lick come
Chinese bitch, she eat me up, she going dim sum
Feel that bass when I'm off that drank
