Clueless lyrics

by

Hittman


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[Verse 1]
90's Stacy Dash, I need her
Bougie b*tch, that b*tch told the gang, please don't speak to her
You minor league G, speaking in a league wit' us
b*tch mind your bee's knees, you ain't hit a stain with us
Ayy, tell that priest please, I'm a different demon
b*tch take a breather, you gon' need one
I'm the one, boo
You do the math, pop a half if you want to
I'm going fast, I'ma crash 'cause I want to
b*tch, it's a hot one on a sun and b*tch ain't none new
When everything look the same, where to run to?
If I OD before we f*ck, I'd love to haunt you
That b*tch'll drive herself insane 'cause I want to
Ayy Mr. Reaper, it ain't my time, what you want, dude?
If you ain't pressin' me 'bout lying, b*tch, that's on you
I'm way out here, I'm buying lean, but I don't want to
I might just take that n*gga pint, he make the wrong move
Please make me a believer, I need purp
New addiction growing, now my knees hurt, freeze her
Sneak another picture, b*tch, I see ya, cheese bruh
Talking 'bout Obey, boy, this Supreme, bruh, where he from?
In my glory stance, cameras flashin', she love it
n*ggas watching, boy, I'm 'bout that action, so cut it
What are Trues? These cargos are Palace, it's nothing
On the road, just got back from Dallas, they love me
That b*tch said don't bring 'round Javon 'cause she f*cked him
I just bought a .40, gave it to Dee cause that's my guardian
I can't show my face, I don't want them to see me
Bet that b*tch can't take it on, I'm faded, I'm so greedy
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