Mick Jenkins - New Coupe, Who Dis? lyrics

[embedded content] (Talk to me, Talk to me, Talk to me, Talk to me) [Bridge: Smino] Voulez-vous cou', we cut like filet mignon Shia Lebouf give me nothin' but gold Cold b**h she wet like MIchigan Fully loaded cage that ear I work like a Mexican Bad lil' hoe your trap by hoe Ain't got a lotta tick can't talk right now [Hook: Smino] I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (beamin'), who dis? (schemin') Watchin' TV in the headrest (this is automatic), lay down I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (Bimmer), who dis? (schemin') Watchin' TV in the headrest (what your lil a** be watchin'?), lay down [Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] k**ing these n***as stylistically, it's a crack rock for 'em He speak facts with the Caps Lock on Hit 'em in the purse I know swearing hurts worst, excuse my language I know the true sound like curse words, excuse my singing I know that I may sound like hurt birds, all of these C-notes Lazy I, fly plaid shirt, he look like Deebo Lift a brick, came up out the dirt with my people Ignorant, only 'cause you looking through a peephole And I could peep game You ‘gon need some ski poles, tryna dig through these flows Could avalanche, but refrain What the f** is a co-sign That sound like a new fan Fam I been in this sh** you acting like I just grew hands Grip that b**h with two hands and blow off a limb in this b**h Space coupe I feel like Invader Zim in this b**h Pulled up in the black on black silk wrap like a new perm Ten percent tints hope twelve don't U-turn Way too much piff in these G-star Lowkey pulling strings n***as speak ba** guitar Smino hit the sweet-talk, Mrs. Officer [Hook: Smino] I don't need I don't need, I don't need, I don't need no co-sign I got me A lot on, a lot on, a lot on my, my mind OMG They say that I beef, I done told 'em I'm refined [Verse 2: Smino] edit 1 Reposition her, throw me that scalp Throw me that, give me that sh** turn around Deep conditioner, huh Ima beat it till it pout Brought my n***as out of dark place 2 door Cut the power I was couped up no 2 door Pay my cars I'm no uno Hands looking a lil fudo Your b**h wanna kick it she do judo Give me the scalp I want the new growth Smearing your hoodie just my pullover All of your flowers stroke your willow Smoking white widow with a widow One of a cut or roll or two more All on your stomach ? Play instrumental ? (This sh** harder than a motherf**er, I like that) Come I can give you a lil bit more It dont take much to keep my tempo I dont indulge in extra info ? Freaky she speaking good? to her (Claps) (Talk to me, Talk to me, Talk to me, Talk to me) [Bridge: Smino] Voulez-vous cou', we cut like filet mignon Shia Lebouf give me nothin' but gold Cold b**h she wet like MIchigan Fully loaded cage that ear I work like a Mexican Bad lil' hoe your trap by hoe Ain't got a lotta tick can't talk right now [Hook: Smino] I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (beamin'), who dis? (schemin') Watchin' TV in the headrest (this is automatic), lay down I pull up (creepin'), new coupe (Bimmer), who dis? (schemin') Watchin' TV in the headrest (what your lil a** be watchin'?), lay down [Verse 1: Mick Jenkins] k**ing these n***as stylistically, it's a crack rock for 'em He speak facts with the Caps Lock on Hit 'em in the purse I know swearing hurts worst, excuse my language I know the true sound like curse words, excuse my singing I know that I may sound like hurt birds, all of these C-notes Lazy I, fly plaid shirt, he look like Deebo Lift a brick, came up out the dirt with my people Ignorant, only 'cause you looking through a peephole And I could peep game You ‘gon need some ski poles, tryna dig through these flows Could avalanche, but refrain What the f** is a co-sign That sound like a new fan Fam I been in this sh** you acting like I just grew hands Grip that b**h with two hands and blow off a limb in this b**h Space coupe I feel like Invader Zim in this b**h Pulled up in the black on black silk wrap like a new perm Ten percent tints hope twelve don't U-turn Way too much piff in these G-star Lowkey pulling strings n***as speak ba** guitar Smino hit the sweet-talk, Mrs. Officer [Hook: Smino] I don't need I don't need, I don't need, I don't need no co-sign I got me A lot on, a lot on, a lot on my, my mind OMG They say that I beef, I done told 'em I'm refined [Verse 2: Smino] edit 1 Reposition her, throw me that scalp Throw me that, give me that sh** turn around Deep conditioner, huh Ima beat it till it pout Brought my n***as out of dark place 2 door Cut the power I was couped up no 2 door Pay my cars I'm no uno Hands looking a lil fudo Your b**h wanna kick it she do judo Give me the scalp I want the new growth Smearing your hoodie just my pullover All of your flowers stroke your willow Smoking white widow with a widow One of a cut or roll or two more All on your stomach ? Play instrumental ? (This sh** harder than a motherf**er, I like that) Come I can give you a lil bit more It dont take much to keep my tempo I dont indulge in extra info ? Freaky she speaking good? to her (Claps)