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No Clue - 2gaudy
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No Clue 2gaudy

No Clue - 2gaudy
[Pre-Chorus]
Yeah, these niggas say, I’ll catch a foul, what do they know?
Just tryna score a point in the end zone
Break their neck, with the Rolex, that two-tone
Mobbin' with a thick bitch, might be a redbone
(Ayy keep cookin' up that dope, Mike!)

[Chorus]
Vibin' with the gang, smoking gas in the coupe
Didn’t ask your opinion, nigga who the fuck are you?
Wearing all white clux, no clue
Had to drop her and she had no clue

[Verse 1]
Big bank, water whippin' like a fish tank
Gas in the Mason and that shit stank
I'm feeling faded but that's okay
At least my conscience won't ruin my day
But I know that the money won't tempt her
But she still be a flake, pepper
I won't chase no bitch, I left her
Haven't talked since last December
Pull up in the coupe, suicide doors
Nah nigga, Imma eat till' I'm full
Feel like I got wings, call me Red Bull
They snakes in the grass, they unfaithful
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