Dunson - 88 Coupes Freestyle lyrics

Uh I'ma need like 88 Coupes Then send me 20 5ths (December 25th), Baby Jesus Of that Bourbon, sh** at least 88 proof Get off my Jimmy b**h you fouling (Fallon) You should play for the Roots f** a chain, new slave on the loose Alex Haley would have to pay me to write this novel Patrick Swayze, a black Mercedes The black Leonardo, you rappers got six fouls So clear the aisles, I'm the sh** with the vowels, bowels You supposed to hate, I'm difficult to overrate I'll take over your local state and make 'em disa**ociate And ever since I did a mixtape and sampled Gotye Somebody That U Used To Know She prolly wanna procreate She prolly on the Molly See, she tried to pull my Trojan off Light-skinned Peter North, Rap game p**nostar Sexing in an intersection, got the game cornered off Life is a b**h with menopause and I'm her son in law Exactly who you coming for? Fake orgasms Tell labels they oughta grab him that n***a is sorta spazzing 88 Coupes had a dream that I bought the Aston While pa**ing a Jay with Tracy Ellis Ross and Paula Patton Coke boy fresh you can sniff it in hallway bathrooms I'm the finest you are minus, you n***as should subtracting Vicious with the track with the raps he a pure a**a**in I'm the rap Bob Ross, paint pictures and autograph 'em It's a call to action, what the hell are you 'sposed to do When time is overdue and ain't nobody as dope as you And lame rappers riding in they Coupe with an open roof With gold all in they watch, n***a, silence is golden too Catch ADD on 88 Coupes 86 the track, 80's baby, cadences is crack 88 ki's, every A&R that I came across finna take a loss Cause this sh** is paying off from my work flow If it say I'm on fire let it burn slow I'd rather urn (earn) mo' With 88 Coupes it's hard to find the keys And I could tell you what I drive But I'd rather tell you what's driving me It's Dunson!