Coi Leray, Melii - Clueless lyrics
Coi Leray [Coi Leray Collins] Boston, Massachusetts/Hackensack, New Jersey, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Coi Leray, Melii - Clueless lyrics]
Ayy, andretti, turn me up, bruh
See you walkin' with your bae
She ain’t even know that I
Put it on your face standin' with my gang
I got a text, it was him
And that shit had no name
See you walkin' with your bae
She ain’t even know that I
Put it on your face standin' with my gang
I got a text, it was him
And that shit had no name (yeah, yeah, woah)
Nana juicy drippin' out this bottle nigga
Yeah like the way I ride, you
Board, let's take a trip, yeah
A nigga flew me out, and
We fucked in your crib, yeah
Too much racks up in my pocket
I make you my bitch
Yeah I'm rockin' designer, Louis, the Prada
He take me out, he might take me to
No I ain't want head, that boy ain't a honors
Bossin’ the shelf like I’m working at Honnas
Jackin' me down, I see your face
See me around seen that you wanted me now
I kept it G, know that you changed, boy
You’re lettin' me down
Jackin' you, gang, gang
I'm going up and ain’t shit changed
I got tired of playing the kid games
Posted up, and you doing the same thing
I don't go time for this shit
I get the guap, lookin' like I hit a lick
40 gon' hold a whole clip
Break my heart and I'm bussin' it
See you walkin' with your bae
She ain't even know that I
Put it on your face standin' with my gang
I got a text, it was him
And that shit had no names
See you walkin' with your bae
She ain't even know that I
Put it on your face standin' with my gang
I got a text, it was him
And that shit had no names
See you walkin' with your bae
She ain’t even know that I
Put it on your face standin' with my gang
I got a text, it was him
And that shit had no name
See you walkin' with your bae
She ain’t even know that I
Put it on your face standin' with my gang
I got a text, it was him
And that shit had no name (yeah, yeah, woah)
Nana juicy drippin' out this bottle nigga
Yeah like the way I ride, you
Board, let's take a trip, yeah
A nigga flew me out, and
We fucked in your crib, yeah
Too much racks up in my pocket
I make you my bitch
Yeah I'm rockin' designer, Louis, the Prada
He take me out, he might take me to
No I ain't want head, that boy ain't a honors
Bossin’ the shelf like I’m working at Honnas
Jackin' me down, I see your face
See me around seen that you wanted me now
I kept it G, know that you changed, boy
You’re lettin' me down
Jackin' you, gang, gang
I'm going up and ain’t shit changed
I got tired of playing the kid games
Posted up, and you doing the same thing
I don't go time for this shit
I get the guap, lookin' like I hit a lick
40 gon' hold a whole clip
Break my heart and I'm bussin' it
See you walkin' with your bae
She ain't even know that I
Put it on your face standin' with my gang
I got a text, it was him
And that shit had no names
See you walkin' with your bae
She ain't even know that I
Put it on your face standin' with my gang
I got a text, it was him
And that shit had no names