Jahlil Beats - Couches lyrics

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Jahlil Beats - Couches lyrics

[Intro: Dave Chapelle Skit] Got an eye problem Eddie? You don't like that Eddie? You don't like my feet on your couch? On your coffee table? Huh? f** yo' couch n***a! f** yo' couch Jahlil Beats, holla at me [Hook] We step up in the club, f**ing up the couches Tell the bartender, we gon' order us some bottles We ain't standing on the floor, f**ing up the couches Club gon' swole, f**ing up the couches DJ on go, f**ing up the couches I'm in here with my zoes, f**ing up the couches What we doing? f**ing up the couches, f**ing up the couches f**ing up the couch, f**ing up the couches f**ing up the couch, f**ing up the couches f**ing up the couch, f**ing up the couches [Verse 1] Okay, standing on the couches screaming f** the bouncer Shmoney dancing on the sofa, feeling like I'm Bobby Order up some bottles for the n***as 'round me Bad b**hes falling through, n***as catching bodies Screaming f** the other side, f** the other side You got a problem with my n***as, it's a homicide Them zoes banging red and blue and they down to ride You n***as better think about it 'fore you n***as try n***as hating in the club, we make it rain on 'em We gon' take a n***a b**h and put the chain on her We gon' play with the mind and run a game on her And take shawty to the crib, put the pain on her [Hook] We step up in the club, f**ing up the couches Tell the bartender, we gon' order us some bottles We ain't standing on the floor, f**ing up the couches Club on' swole, f**ing up the couches DJ on go, f**ing up the couches I'm in here with my zoes, f**ing up the couches What we doing? f**ing up the couches, f**ing up the couches f**ing up the couch, f**ing up the couches f**ing up the couch, f**ing up the couches f**ing up the couch, f**ing up the couches [Verse 2] Okay, 100 bottles, 100 n***as, Oh yeah we mobbing Jumping on couches, looking at bouncers like we wilding Spending money, blowing cheques, we getting lit And my haters see the watch across the room, flick of the wrist All my n***as strapped, all my n***as j**elled up Whole squad screaming gang, gang, n***a that's us We Don't need no security, n***a back up And I pray to God none of you n***as Dont act up I'm in the club, I'm just standing on the couches A young b**h with me rolling up some ounces 100 deep, we take over VIP Whole gang with me, and we screaming FBG [Hook] We step up in the club, f**ing up the couches Tell the bartender, we gon' order us some bottles We ain't standing on the floor, f**ing up the couches Club gon' swole, f**ing up the couches DJ on go, f**ing up the couches I'm in here with my zone, f**ing up the couches What we doing? f**ing up the couches, f**ing up the couches f**ing up the couch, f**ing up the couches f**ing up the couch, f**ing up the couches f**ing up the couch, f**ing up the couches

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