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Jack Craven - Coppin' a Feel Lyrics



Jack Craven - Coppin' a Feel Lyrics




Smoking on doobies
I go in on new beats, but I'm never popping a pill
Whether Versace, or Louis, or Truey, or Coogi, or Gucci
I've got it in silk
Haters is hating, supporters supporting
But I know one thing I'ma always be real
Bitches is saying "you awfully trill"
But either they're hating, or Coppin' a Feel
Smoking on doobies
I go in on new beats, but I'm never popping a pill
Whether Versace, or Louis, or Truey, or Coogi, or Gucci
I've got it in silk
Haters is hating, supporters supporting
But I know one thing I'ma always be real
Bitches is saying "you awfully trill"
But either they're hating, or Coppin' a Feel

So now I'm spitting my verse to the masses
Never move fast or backwards
In the moment smoking backwoods
I'ma move up and then stunt on their asses
Chip on my shoulder I've got shit to prove
Until it's over y'all been watching me move
Never money over crews, sticking with the troops we ain't trying to lose
We're just trying to get the paper like we're on it
Until the day of fame, we're on it
One text to shorty, now she's on dick
Pulling up to parties in a new, dope whip
Dope shit because I'm never tripping over those tricks
Trying to f*ck me? Hoe, go drink a whole fifth
I ain't ever lose shit over no chick and I never lost hope because I know the flow's sick
Will my Producer this shit isn't rented your girl she be texting him, bitch is demented
They go for the homies who roll with the legends
Not with you phones you jokes, you pretenders
I am the best, you're a hopeless contender
Your crew don't want it, I'll make them surrender
Chopping them up and I throw them in blenders
I'm offing the ops and I go for the center
Toronto I've been representing, made for the game a young legend
Always gonna die for the bredrins, always gonna buy shit at 7-11
Always gonna hope I die and go to heaven, always gonna hold it down
You gonna respect it, always gonna be around to always check in
Always gonna pull up like my name is Stephen, yeah

Smoking on doobies
I go in on new beats, but I'm never popping a pill
Whether Versace, or Louis, or Truey, or Coogi, or Gucci
I've got it in silk
Haters is hating, supporters supporting, but I know one thing I'ma always be real
Bitches is saying "you awfully trill" but either they're hating, or Coppin' a Feel
Smoking on doobies
I go in on new beats, but I'm never popping a pill
Whether Versace, or Louis, or Truey, or Coogi, or Gucci
I've got it in silk
Haters is hating, supporters supporting, but I know one thing I'ma always be real
Bitches is saying "you awfully trill" but either they're hating, or Coppin' a Feel
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Smoking on doobies
I go in on new beats, but I'm never popping a pill
Whether Versace, or Louis, or Truey, or Coogi, or Gucci
I've got it in silk
Haters is hating, supporters supporting
But I know one thing I'ma always be real
Bitches is saying "you awfully trill"
But either they're hating, or Coppin' a Feel
Smoking on doobies
I go in on new beats, but I'm never popping a pill
Whether Versace, or Louis, or Truey, or Coogi, or Gucci
I've got it in silk
Haters is hating, supporters supporting
But I know one thing I'ma always be real
Bitches is saying "you awfully trill"
But either they're hating, or Coppin' a Feel

So now I'm spitting my verse to the masses
Never move fast or backwards
In the moment smoking backwoods
I'ma move up and then stunt on their asses
Chip on my shoulder I've got shit to prove
Until it's over y'all been watching me move
Never money over crews, sticking with the troops we ain't trying to lose
We're just trying to get the paper like we're on it
Until the day of fame, we're on it
One text to shorty, now she's on dick
Pulling up to parties in a new, dope whip
Dope shit because I'm never tripping over those tricks
Trying to f*ck me? Hoe, go drink a whole fifth
I ain't ever lose shit over no chick and I never lost hope because I know the flow's sick
Will my Producer this shit isn't rented your girl she be texting him, bitch is demented
They go for the homies who roll with the legends
Not with you phones you jokes, you pretenders
I am the best, you're a hopeless contender
Your crew don't want it, I'll make them surrender
Chopping them up and I throw them in blenders
I'm offing the ops and I go for the center
Toronto I've been representing, made for the game a young legend
Always gonna die for the bredrins, always gonna buy shit at 7-11
Always gonna hope I die and go to heaven, always gonna hold it down
You gonna respect it, always gonna be around to always check in
Always gonna pull up like my name is Stephen, yeah

Smoking on doobies
I go in on new beats, but I'm never popping a pill
Whether Versace, or Louis, or Truey, or Coogi, or Gucci
I've got it in silk
Haters is hating, supporters supporting, but I know one thing I'ma always be real
Bitches is saying "you awfully trill" but either they're hating, or Coppin' a Feel
Smoking on doobies
I go in on new beats, but I'm never popping a pill
Whether Versace, or Louis, or Truey, or Coogi, or Gucci
I've got it in silk
Haters is hating, supporters supporting, but I know one thing I'ma always be real
Bitches is saying "you awfully trill" but either they're hating, or Coppin' a Feel
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Writer: Jack Craven
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