Coi Leray - Pac Girl lyrics
Coi Leray [Coi Leray Collins] Boston, Massachusetts/Hackensack, New Jersey, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Coi Leray - Pac Girl lyrics]
EverythingcoZ hoe!
I've gotta cook up, I ain't no rook uh (nope)
Bitch said she like my energy I told her book us
Pull off in the rango orange leather it's so tango (yeah)
Sweatsuit to match, lookin' like a damn mango
Pocket bouta hit you with this rocket make some magic (yah)
Levels to this shit, top floor I'm in the attic
I don't date no bitches cause they always act dramatic
Slidin' in my DM's want my number you can't have it
That's till I get a static, shit will get traumatic
I don't do no drama I sit pretty like a bad bitch
My life style so tragic, yay ain't think it's funny
Takin' over tri-state ain't non of you bitches can not son me
Non of you bitches can't run me (nope)
Non these bitches can't run me (hold on)
I'm gettin to the I'm gettin to the I'm gettin, money (hold on)
Be into the bag, yeah your girl is trash (girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Yeah I'm next up, gotta get my checks up (damn)
I be in the trap why these bitches got they legs up (damn)
Yeah I smoke, big weed before you come and touch me (touch me)
Flexin on these bitches out here twelve-k in two weeks (damn)
Get into the bag, yeah your girl is trash (your girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Hold on, yeah I am your dad I don't give a fuck
Pull up in the coupe or the Bentley truck (damn)
I've gotta cook up, I ain't no rook uh (nope)
Bitch said she like my energy I told her book us
Pull off in the rango orange leather it's so tango (yeah)
Sweatsuit to match, lookin' like a damn mango
Pocket bouta hit you with this rocket make some magic (yah)
Levels to this shit, top floor I'm in the attic
I don't date no bitches cause they always act dramatic
Slidin' in my DM's want my number you can't have it
That's till I get a static, shit will get traumatic
I don't do no drama I sit pretty like a bad bitch
My life style so tragic, yay ain't think it's funny
Takin' over tri-state ain't non of you bitches can not son me
Non of you bitches can't run me (nope)
Non these bitches can't run me (hold on)
I'm gettin to the I'm gettin to the I'm gettin, money (hold on)
Be into the bag, yeah your girl is trash (girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Yeah I'm next up, gotta get my checks up (damn)
I be in the trap why these bitches got they legs up (damn)
Yeah I smoke, big weed before you come and touch me (touch me)
Flexin on these bitches out here twelve-k in two weeks (damn)
Get into the bag, yeah your girl is trash (your girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Hold on, yeah I am your dad I don't give a fuck
Pull up in the coupe or the Bentley truck (damn)