Clueless Lyrics

Woah aye, woah aye

Woah, woah, woah, aye

Woah woah, woah woah, aye



90's Stacy Dash I need her

Bougie bitch, that bitch told the gang please don't speak to her

You minor league G, speaking in a league with us

Bitch mind your bee's knees, you ain't hit a stain with us

Aye tell that priest please I'm a different demon

Bitch 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

Bitch it's a hot one on a sun and bitch ain't nun' new

When everything look the same where to run to?

If I OD before we fuck I'd love to haunt you

That bitch'll drive herself insane 'cause I want to

Aye Mr. Reaper, it ain't my time, what you want, dude?

If you ain't pressin' me 'bout lying, bitch, that's on you

I'm way out here, I'm buying lean but I don't want to

I might just take that nigga 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, bitch I see ya, cheese bruh

Talking bout Obey boy this Supreme bruh, where he from?

In my glory stance, cameras flashin' she love it

Niggas 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 bitch said don't bring 'round Javon cause she fucked 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 bitch can't take it on, I'm faded, I'm so greedy