Clueless

You know it's Nova on the beat

Woah, aye, woah, aye
Woah, woah, woah, aye
Woah woah, woah, aye
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 wit' 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 none 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, bro', 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 (greedy)



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Writer(s): Lc Camel Jr, Dvorious Bozeman
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