• 標題:Clueless (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Polo G;Pop Smoke;Fivio Foreign
  • 專輯:Hall of Fame 2.0 (Explicit)
  • 卡拉OK評級:1★
  • 語言:en
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    Clueless (Explicit) - Polo G/Pop Smoke/Fivio Foreign
    Lyrics by:Taurus Bartlett/Bashar Jackson/Maxie Ryles III
    Composed by:Taurus Bartlett/Bashar Jackson/Maxie Ryles III
    Pop Smoke:
    AXL AXL AXL AXL AXL AXL
    Look woo

    Look
    Woo
    I'm downtown Chicago
    On Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo s**t
    Woo s**t
    I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad b***h
    And we both feelin' ruthless
    Ruthless
    If I see a opp in the spot
    I look him in his face like "You ain't gon' do s**t"
    Nah
    Saucy
    Too lit
    Headshot
    Clueless
    Fivio Foreign/Pop Smoke:
    They fell in love with the movement
    When I see a opp and I'm boomin'
    Boaw woo boaw
    You get the money it come with confusion
    Don't try to teach me n***a I know what I'm doin'
    Ayy ayy ayy
    Fivi
    Uh uh saw me and started droolin'
    Big d**e
    Boofin'
    Snowflake
    Coolin'
    Fivio Foreign:
    I get the money and dip
    I don't go to war 'less I'm fully equipped uh
    Everywhere I go I'm good with a b***h ayy ayy
    I got a fast whip shooter shootin' then he pass grip uh
    Don't say you smokin' on my n***as
    'Cause that be your last spliff
    B***h
    Hitter with me he do mad hits
    Ayy
    Turn my b***h into a bad b***h
    Drop a song and I got mad lit
    All I did was give 'em ad-libs ayy ayy ayy
    Too rough but know how to play uh
    I did a show that's out of state
    I make them b***hes go out of their way to see Fivi
    Pop Smoke/Fivio Foreign:
    Woo s**t lil' b***h
    Ruthless ayy ayy
    Clueless boaw
    She did
    Polo G/Fivio Foreign:
    I just took a jet from the 'Raq in New York with the gang
    And we on some woo s**t
    And we really outside and my crew lit
    We too deep ain't nobody gon' do s**t
    Lil' b***h
    And if it's a problem my young n***a shoot s**t
    Stakin' out like a date up in Ruth Chris
    In the field we took more than a few risks
    We did
    Mike Amiri jeans full of blue strips
    I might get frostbite all this ice on me
    Tell him stitch me a new wrist
    I just dropped ten racks up in Louis
    I spend like a band on my new kicks
    Make a hater throw up 'cause my coupe sick
    I can't f**k on that ho 'cause I'm too rich
    I can't f**k on that ho 'cause I'm too rich ayy ayy ayy