G.A.N lyrics - Coi Leray
Now Mrs. Wong, let me ask you a question
What's good nigga?
Oh, yeah (Bad Boy)
Hey, this is family friendly
Goofy, hah
I'm taking over, yeah
This my shit, this my shit
Yeah, what
Yeah, these niggas tryna play me but they won't
Try to say that they love you but they don't
Goofy ass nigga, please stop calling my phone
Yeah, please leave me alone
Yeah, goofy ass niggas get out my way
Yeah, I'm tryna count this bread, count this cake
We're the best at staying out the way, yeah
Yeah, you know I don't play
I get so emotional
Pop a xanny for the pain and now it got me falling over
I don't wanna be sober
But if I am, I'll text that nigga and tell him "come over"
I don't got time for that, no, no, no
Got in my bag and popped a check, that's how it's s'posed to go
Niggas lying on they ass like Pinocchio
Guess that's how it go
Fuck bitches, money over hoes
Better act like they know
Living by the G-code
[?] bro
Coolin' with my, came with my bros
Yeah, these niggas tryna play me but they won't
Try to say that they love you but they don't
Goofy ass nigga, please stop calling my phone
Yeah, please leave me alone
Yeah, goofy ass niggas get out my way
Yeah, I'm tryna count this bread, count this cake
You're the best at staying out the way, yeah
Yeah, you know I don't play
We playing the world, we getting to the money
No time for emotions
Pushing a foreign, ride around in a whip
Would've thought I stole it
These niggas is stupid, these bitches is dumb
[?] open
Wanna probably explain how you drip out your kids
Wetter than the ocean
Neck is wetter than the ocean, yeah
Yeah, this shit is drippy
Yeah, this shit is dripping, see the [?] so they can't get me
I stashed a 40 in the dash and then I hit like 80
Seen the [?] in the whip and then I did like 40
This nigga can't afford me, that nigga really boring
This bitch is really boring, yeah, that bitch is really corny
Wanna, wanna fuck 'cause I got cash now
They like me 'cause I'm really in my bag now
Yeah, bitch I'm in my bag
Yeah, rolling up the gas
Yeah, yeah, that's that pack
Yeah, said she want that [?]
'Cause I'm in my bag, got a lot of cash, yeah
Pac Girl lyrics - Coi Leray
EverythingcoZ hoe!
I've gotta cook up, I ain't no rook uh (nope)
Bitch said she like my energy I told her book us
Pull off in the rango orange leather it's so tango (yeah)
Sweatsuit to match, lookin' like a damn mango
Pocket bouta hit you with this rocket make some magic (yah)
Levels to this shit, top floor I'm in the attic
I don't date no bitches cause they always act dramatic
Slidin' in my DM's want my number you can't have it
That's till I get a static, shit will get traumatic
I don't do no drama I sit pretty like a bad bitch
My life style so tragic, yay ain't think it's funny
Takin' over tri-state ain't non of you bitches can not son me
Non of you bitches can't run me (nope)
Non these bitches can't run me (hold on)
I'm gettin to the I'm gettin to the I'm gettin, money (hold on)
Be into the bag, yeah your girl is trash (girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Yeah I'm next up, gotta get my checks up (damn)
I be in the trap why these bitches got they legs up (damn)
Yeah I smoke, big weed before you come and touch me (touch me)
Flexin on these bitches out here twelve-k in two weeks (damn)
Get into the bag, yeah your girl is trash (your girl is trash)
Gnarly in the party goin' crazy bout to spaz
Hold on, yeah I am your dad I don't give a fuck
Pull up in the coupe or the Bentley truck (damn)
Gold Rush lyrics - Coi Leray
That bitch got cake up on her face
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn
I do that dash bitch I don't race
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on
Hold on bitch do you see my pockets
Everything in it I will never fold bitch I won't drop it
Everything I wear then they go and cop it
I ain't fuckin' with you hoes if you on that op shit, hold on
Wicked Rick, we just hit a lick
I'm a walking lick, I just took his bitch, damn, hold on
She cried too much so I had to switch, rock it with the clique on some groovy shit, damn, hold on
Yeah we on that Cali shit smokin bali bitch
Bitch I got racks up on my wrist, damn
Walk in the club and watch it glis, yeah
Bitch I'm tatted on my fist
I'm rolling dubs while she rollin nicks
Lookin like I play for the knicks
I just pull up with my soaky on
Good thing he the only man with a milky on
Hold on, yeah I got these bitched goin'
Hold on, even though they get annoyin' (huh)
Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
Got alotta got alotta got alotta, dough!
Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
[?] kick it up, bah, go!
That bitch got cake up on her face
Off whites lookin like some damn ice skates, damn
I do that dash bitch I don't race
Nigga actin dumb like his weed is laced, hold on
Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
Got alotta got alotta got alotta, dough!
Giddy up giddy up giddy up go
[?] kick it up, bah, go!
Uptop lyrics - Coi Leray
Damn, bah, bah, bah, bah (Yeah)
I just might, I just might (Up top, up top), I just might take off the top
Everything CoZ
I just might take your lil' nigga
I told him "come over, no pictures"
He said "can I come and get with ya?" (Nah)
Fuck the love shit, I'm tryna get richer
Had the cold, man, I swear my shit sicker
Run it up as I just hit the liquor
Yeah I just called his phone, I told him "I'll be outside in nine minutes"
That's my brother [?] comin' home, gotta flip the pack and make it double digits
First I gotta make a little pit stop, grab a wood-stuffed, cookie's a shit blunt
Then I pull of in the shit, hell yeah I'ma show you how a lil' bitch stunt
Bitches really plottin' on the low and it's alright
Gotta tuck my diamonds 'cause they blinded by this, right?
Wrote this in the dark, soon it comes to light
People switch up on me when they say they was gon' ride
Bitches really plottin' on the low and it's alright
Gotta tuck my diamonds 'cause they blinded by this, right?
Wrote this in the dark, soon it comes to light
People switch up on me when they say they was gon' ride
Yeah I'ma keep winnin'
I pray to God as I keep sinnin'
I'ma be alright, as long as I got my people with me
And hell yeah, the people dig me
I'ma stay woke, never keep it 50
You hatin' ass niggas is broke
You goofy ass niggas a joke
Please get off my phone
I don't want no handouts, I don't do favors, I'ma tell you where I started
Bitch, part of my back, me and my niggas pop out, then we go retarded
Yeah, what a suprise
Yeah, open your eyes
Came up with my guys, yeah
Your bitch tellin' you lies
[?] on the way
Yeah, I know where you stay
Ride around switchin' lanes
While my brother rollin', he know the thing, yeah
I gotta mission to go
I get my food on the go, 'cause
I gotta get back on the road
'Bout to get lit 'fore a show, yeah
Bitches really plottin' on the low and it's alright
Gotta tuck my diamonds 'cause they blinded by this, right?
Wrote this in the dark, soon it comes to light
People switch up on me when they say they was gon' ride
Bitches really plottin' on the low and it's alright
Gotta tuck my diamonds 'cause they blinded by this, right?
Wrote this in the dark, soon it comes to light
People switch up on me when they say they was gon' ride
Just Like Me lyrics - Coi Leray
They wanna be just like me
They wanna be just like me
They wanna be just like me
I do it very nicely
They wanna be just like me
They wanna be just like me
I do it very nicely
They wanna be just like me
We was standing with my niggas til my old nigga like wow
He was lookin' salty told him turn that frown upside down
Get that boy mad, that's too bad you couldn't hold it down
Gettin' to the cash nah dude you can't come around
Man I swear these bitches basic, I'm just bag chasin'
They don't show no love, cause they too busy hatin'
Man I swear these bitches basic, (oh no no) I'm just bag chasin'
They don't show no love, cause they too busy hatin'
They wanna be just like me
They wanna be just like me
They wanna be just like me
I do it very nicely
They wanna be just like me
They wanna be just like me
I do it very nicely
They wanna be just like me
They out here lookin' dumb, I'm straight killin' shit
Yeah I'm on my shit, I don't drink actavis
And I don't work no more, I had to quit my shift
I went another route and started flippin' shit
And poured this in the fifth, he was pink as shit
I had like six of em, I had to take the risk
Bitch seems like cream soda, I don't wanna get to know ya
Times right nigga what's the hold up
They wanna be just like me
They wanna be just like me
They wanna be just like me
I do it very nicely
Things Change lyrics - Coi Leray
I know I told you that I love you but it wasn't real
I just be in the moment speakin' on the way I feel
But things change, new day, new nigga, new wave
I know I told you that I love you but it wasn't real
I just be in the moment speakin' on the way I feel
But things change, new day, new nigga, new wave
I gotta problem tellin' niggas that I love you
But I don't love you goofy niggas I don't trust you
Damn, had the nerve to hit my line say can I bum through
No I don't wanna hang, get your mind straight
Hit my line correct before you come my way
I hate a nigga that don't wanna give me my space
That's why you gotta go, you gotta hit the door
And don't you come back, your sex game wack
I know I told you that I love you but it wasn't real
I just be in the moment speakin' on the way I feel
But things change, new day, new nigga, new wave
I know I told you that I love you but it wasn't real
I just be in the moment speakin' on the way I feel
But things change, new day, new nigga, new wave
I had to fall back I ain't wanna lead that dude on
Biggest lie they say is I will never do you wrong
He got a girl that's why I don't get involved
I got another dude, I don't got time for you
Got right back in my bag yeah I got in my groove
I only text back depending on my mood
I had to curve your lame ass to the left
No I do not like so please don't hit my jack
I know I told you that I love you but it wasn't real
I just be in the moment speakin' on the way I feel
But things change, new day, new nigga, new wave
I know I told you that I love you but it wasn't real
I just be in the moment speakin' on the way I feel
But things change, new day, new nigga, new wave
Feel Inside lyrics - Coi Leray
I'm not feeling right, what I feel inside
Feel I'm bout to lose my mind, just smoke and take flight
They try to stop my goals, yeah nobody knows
This shit done made me cold, now all my friends are ghost
I'm not feeling right, what I feel inside
Feel I'm bout to lose my mind, just smoke and take flight
They try to stop my goals, yeah nobody knows
This shit done made me cold, now all my friends are ghost
All my friends are gone I'm by my lonely
Sometimes you take a loss that's what mom told me
It pay to be the boss everything cozy
Say you gon be loyal should've shown me
Yeah I used to wil' out that was the old me
And now I stay sucker free and I stay lowkey
That's what you supposed to do, they talkin' down on you
They never proud of you, that's why you gotta move
I'm not feeling right, what I feel inside
Feel I'm bout to lose my mind, just smoke and take flight
They try to stop my goals, yeah nobody knows
This shit done made me cold, now all my friends are ghost
I'm not feeling right, what I feel inside
I'm bout to lose my mind, just smoke and take flight
They try to stop my goals, yeah nobody knows
This shit done made me cold, now all my friends are ghost
I Get It lyrics - Coi Leray (feat. Justin Love)
It's Coi Leray, yeah (This is a Love House production, this is a Love House production)
I thought I'd let you know that I got me another dude (Oh no)
I told you from the start that I wasn't in love with you
You had me fiendin' baby, tell me why you let me down
You always lookin' at me crazy like it's sex you want
Well maybe baby it's the way you wear that Nike tag
The way you look at me, push back your hair and bite your lip
I just put this on for you, I don't even think it's cool
You do what you wanna do, I already knew you
What wrong with you niggas out here? Hate the fact that you always play the victim
When I see all your messages, I ain't stressin' it, no Imma keep it pimpin'
I keep it pimpin, you know how I get it, yeah I keep on winnin'
(You touchin' on me, oh yeah)
I keep it pimpin, you know how I get it, yeah I keep on winnin'
(You touchin' on me, oh yeah)
I keep it pimpin, you know how I get it, yeah I keep on winnin'
(You touchin' on me, oh yeah)
Babygirl why you always tryna stress me out?
I don't even care 'bout what this extra shit about
Oh now you don't care, but you know that when the tables turn
I hate to say I told you so, but you would never learn
You say this like I'm stupid, girl I hope you know it hurt
If I ain't tryna waste my time, then why'd I put you first?
'Cause I'm that bitch, and I'm the shit, and you know what I'm worth
I want you to make me feel like the only one on Earth
What wrong with you niggas out here? Hate the fact that you always play the victim
When I see all your messages, I ain't stressin' it, no Imma keep it pimpin'
I keep it pimpin, you know how I get it, yeah I keep on winnin'
(You touchin' on me, oh yeah)
I keep it pimpin, you know how I get it, yeah I keep on winnin'
(You touchin' on me, oh yeah)
I keep it pimpin, you know how I get it, yeah I keep on winnin'
(You touchin' on me, oh yeah)
Listen, you are crazy, and I like it, so
Yeah?
It's nobody's business, yeah
Let's get naked together
Life Goes On lyrics - Coi Leray
Life goes on and I'm just losing friends one by one
I can't deny shit get real wack when you can't trust no one
They think they cap it oh they after you I don't want no one
They turn they back on you they lack on you then they on some same shit
They all want the fame you can keep it, fake love nah I don't need it
This music is all I believe in, these dudes is annoying they reachin'
I'm on my grind, yeah I'm on my way, I gotta long way to go
And to numb the pain, I smoke on a sweet, I don't even care about you
I don't think he tried to waste my time
Ride your one wave why you tryna ride mine
No I don't care what you have to say
I don't wanna talk if I'm not getting laid
Why these hater bitches always wanna try and stress me out
You can't play a playa no no no no you can't finesse me now
You can't try to flex on me no, I had to call him my bro
I put him in the friend zone, before he got close
Life goes on and I'm just losing friends one by one
I can't deny shit get real wack when you can't trust no one
They think they cap it oh they after you I don't want no one
They turn they back on you they lack on you then they on some same shit
They all want the fame you can keep it, fake love nah I don't need it
This music is all I believe in, these dudes is annoying they reachin'
I'm on my grind yeah I'm on my way I gotta long way to go
And to numb the pain I smoke on a sweet I don't even care about you
No Letting Up lyrics - Coi Leray
Little bitty bitch
Ha Ha Goofy Ha
Lemme see you throw it up now
Lemme see you throw that ass shake it up
Little bitty bitch yeah she bout it bout it
Twirling on my braids foreign whips and they all exotic
Nigga gave me brain yeah I swear that nigga came from cottage
Pretty little mama booty bouncing her she work at five-ish
She said spend this cash I said bring it back yeah
Looking at my tax now she on my back yeah
Too bad I want her nigga told him bring that ass here
Put it on him one time now he hooked like crack yeah
See the money and this pollen and these bitches wildin'
She look like a zoo, fetty wap, yeah it's a island
I got so drunk, lost my weed now I can't find it
Time to go, call the plug yeah, time to hit the projects
All I knew was no letting up since I was sixteen
Downing goofy niggas that's coming and trynna wife me
Made my heart so cold I swear its like some ice cream
Fuck you nigga, define it you know what that mean
Saw my homegirl, said what's up
She over there kissin' niggas in the club
Told that bitch there's no kissin' in the club
Fuck these niggas yeah we all about our bucks'
Saw my homegirl, said what's up
She over there kissin' niggas in the club
Told that bitch there's no kissin' in the club
Fuck these niggas yeah we all about our bucks'
Little bitty bitch yeah she bout it bout it
Twirling on my braids foreign whips and they all exotic
Nigga gave me brain yeah I swear that nigga came from cottage
Pretty little mama booty bouncing her she work at five-ish
She said spend this cash I said bring it back yeah
Looking at my tax now she on my back yeah
Too bad I want her nigga told him bring that ass here
Put it on him one time now he hooked like crack yeah
She said spend this cash I said bring it back yeah
Looking at my tax now she on my back yeah
Too bad I want her nigga told him bring that ass here
Put it on him one time now he hooked like crack yeah
Saw my homegirl, said what's up
She over there kissin' niggas in the club
Told that bitch there's no kissin' in the club
Fuck these niggas yeah we all about our bucks'
Saw my homegirl, said what's up
She over there kissin' niggas in the club
Told that bitch there's no kissin' in the club
Fuck these niggas yeah we all about our bucks'
Big Mac lyrics - Coi Leray (feat. Martianonthebeat)
[Coi Leray:]
Martian, is that you?
Duh, gang, gang
Let's get it, [?] (Everything is coZ), damn, damn
Everything is coZ, yeah, yeah
Yeah, bah, bah, bah, bow
Bitch I did that, bitch I lit that
Took a nigga bitch, now he want his shit back
Pull off in a Beemer, seat recline while I kick back
She look under the seat and saw the .9 next to a big rack
Don't touch my money bitch, give you [?] bitch
Had to skkrt off on that hoe (Skrrt) you call me Sonic bitch
Yeah, they really out here capping, goofy bitches out of it
I'm counting all this cash, yeah, I never run out of it
I'm getting to the money, these niggas start to act up, dumbass niggas need to back up
This mac will hit you like four ways, leave a nigga in a mac truck
These niggas wanna act tough, hell nah, Coi Leray gonna come and shut it down
These niggas is fucking clowns, sitting [?] one round
This shit will get you wack, make you feel this tec
One phone call have you done for a big check
And yeah this cash collect, he want to lick my neck
But I don't like to kiss, baby, I just flip the pack
Bitch I did that, bitch I lit that
Took a nigga bitch, now he want his shit back
Pull off in a Beemer, seat recline while I kick back
She look under the seat and saw the .9 next to a big rack
Don't touch my money bitch, give you [?] bitch
Had to skkrt off on that hoe (Skrrt) you call me Sonic bitch
Yeah, they really out here capping, goofy bitches out of it
I'm counting all this cash, yeah, I never run out of it
[Martianonthebeat:]
Fuck with the gang, Marty is the name
I got your bitch, she with me, and she rock the chain
And she give me sloppy while we riding in the Range
If he's talking down, then that's money on your [?]
[?], ha, really I've been on some shit
Ha, brick is up stacking them chips
Ha, making these doubles I flip
Hey, bad bitch, she riding the [dick?]
Ha, smoking the gas out the whip
Hey, I'm [running?] niggas is sick
Ha, I know these niggas is sick (Bow)
[Coi Leray:]
Bitch I did that, bitch I lit that
Took a nigga bitch, now he want his shit back
Pull off in a Beemer, seat recline while I kick back
She look under the seat and saw the .9 next to a big rack
Don't touch my money bitch, give you [?] bitch (Give you [?])
Had to skkrt off on that hoe (Skrrt) you call me Sonic bitch
Yeah, they really out here capping, goofy bitches out of it
I'm counting all this cash, yeah, I never run out of it
Yeah, come on my dick
Hold Me Down lyrics - 42 Dugg & Coi Leray
Who made this shit?
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Me and Mozz' gon' ride to the
Me and Mozz' gon' ride (Yeah)
Me and Mozz' gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
Duffy doing too good, niggas stealin' my sauce
Told my bitch, "It don't get no better than this"
Forty for a verse, I want fifty for a brick
I know, I know
I ain't stoppin' shit 'til my niggas all home
Still keep it on me, put a nigga on a shirt quick
And you'll never hear the truth on my hurt, bitch
First off, fuck what I'm doin' for mine
How much that purse cost?
Fuck who I put in that house, how much you worth dawg?
It's a couple Ms around this bitch
And I got enough water to drown this bitch
Youngin from the bottom, get it poppin'
Kept it solid, he the one now
Came from bein' stressed out, I'm havin' fun now
Right knee, bro ain't had a license, he was nineteen
And I gotta take the blame for it
I was thinkin' Hellcats, they thinkin' Range Rovers
And I ain't gotta sell weight, bitch, 'cause my name hold it
Doggy, doggy, Demon and the Lamb'
Just me and Ardie talkie
Can't look me in my face and tell me hoes ain't sick
Realest shit I ever heard, "Hoes ain't shit"
For all my niggas I miss lookin' down on me proud
Still throwin' fours for my bros 'til I die
And all these niggas actin' like they still fuckin' with the work
I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse
Baby, ride with' me
Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me
Still get 'em through the mail, half of brick for nineteen
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Baby, hold me down
When I was fucked up, wouldn't help me out
Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, I don't trust nobody
Ridin' with that stick, yeah, got to keep it by me
Top floor, big penthouse, can't find me
It's a couple killers in this section, we wildin'
They try to hold me back, keep tryin'
Shout out to them niggas, homie tell 'em, "Stay solid"
Pull up in that all black, bitch, we slidin'
Only hang with tens, pretty bitches, we vibin'
Yeah, first off, when my brother went down, had to get my work off
Twenty bands the deposit, that's what the purse cost
Forty-two for a pound, that's what that work cost
Yeah, bitches don't stop
We was gettin' money off of hard rock
'Member you ain't front me, now, I'm on right now
Bitch, I'm in the booth, got it on me right now
For all my niggas I miss lookin' down on me proud
Still throwin' fours for my bros 'til I die
And all these niggas actin' like they still fuckin' with the work
I want double for a brick for what I want for a verse
Baby, ride with' me
Private to Rodeo, come get fly with me
Still get 'em through the mail, half of brick for nineteen
Tell me what you want, tell me what you need
Baby, hold me down
When I was fucked up, wouldn't help me out
Quarter million dollar trucks, half a million dollar house
Involved lyrics - Coi Leray
My time is way worth more than these broke bitches that you be with
Yeah, the least you could do is come pull up on me, nigga
Yeah, come give me head until I cum
Yeah, come give me head until I cum
I know the head might solve the problems
I know it's hard to deal with a bitch like me
Not tryna be difficult, I'm different, baby
Yeah, you might just fall in love
I like it when we touch
You just can't get enough
Yeah, I just don't get it, babe
These bitches in the way
I don't know why I stay
They just want money and clothes
Can't fall in love with these hoes
We won't tell nobody, I promise that no one has to know
Touching on my body, give me head like it's honor roll
Try new ways to fuck you without getting my feelings getting involved
Can't fuck with a dumb nigga, all that love shit I swear you can run with it
Oh wait, I need some more liquor
I promise I never changed
Yeah, I just got more richer, yeah
Wipe my tear with a tissue with some days I don't miss you
I thank God for myself, I swear I'm so grateful
Fuck niggas bad for my health, I don't pay 'em attention
Some broken things in this life, we just can't fix it
Yeah, you might just fall in love
I like it when we touch
You just can't get enough
Yeah, I just don't get it, babe
These bitches in the way
I don't know why I stay
They just want money and clothes
Can't fall in love with these hoes
We won't tell nobody, I promise that no one has to know
Touching on my body, give me head like it's honor roll
Try new ways to fuck you without getting my feelings getting involved
Yeah, you might just fall in love
You just can't get enough
Yeah, I just don't get it, babe
These bitches in the way
I don't know why I stay
They just want money and clothes
Can't fall in love with these hoes
We won't tell nobody, I promise that no one has to know
Touching on my body, give me head like it's honor roll
Try new ways to fuck you without getting my feelings getting involved
Medicine lyrics - Coi Leray
Bitch I need a medic I'm so sick (ew ew ew ew)
Pour me another cup cause bitch I need it
Ima go roll me a blunt blunt
Watch me fight my demons
Ima go fuck me a check up
Blow it all in Neimans
Being broke is a sin
I hop in a foreign take off on all these bitches
Bust you in ya head fuck a twitter mention
He hop in this wet wet
This pussy get wet like the Jet jets
The pussy get wet like jacuzzi
His ex bitch she was a nat nat
The bitch is a treesh bitch is a loser
Tell me who fucking with me
I pray to my soul that I keep
These bitches just follow tomato tomato
These bitches ain't fucking with me
Bitch I need a medic I'm so sick
Pour me another cup cause bitch I need it
Ima go roll me a blunt blunt
Watch me fight my demons
Ima go fuck me a check up
Blow it all in Neimans
Being broke is a sin
Merry Xmas lyrics - Coi Leray (feat. Maliibu Miitch & Dess Dior)
Dear Santa, let me start by saying Merry Christmas
I want a real nigga, so I put em on my wish list
Free all my real niggas lock up in the penitentiary
Get 'em out, I ain't seen my brother in a minute now
Run it up so I can put my momma in a big house
Need a big Glock if you try it make 'em get down
Yea I'm the star on the tree bitch I'm lit now
Prada to Louie and need Gucci kicks now
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
We gonna turn up get lit we gonna turn up and (ahhh)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
We gonna turn up get lit we gonna turn up and (ahhh)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
We gonna turn up get lit we gonna turn up and (ahhh)
Cars on my ears, cars on my wrist
It's like Christmas everyday for a rich bitch
Ran it up in some Saint Laurent thigh highs
Tryna fly my mama out on a G5
Go Bahamas for a day, make a turnaround
Say he like it from the back, so I turn around
On my way to chill in Ibiza
All this ice form my neck it might freeze ya
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
He be copping what I want, he gon' help me count these millions
I call my nigga Santa the way he coming down my chimney
And you hoes like my elves the way you steady looking up to me
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
We gonna turn up get lit we gonna turn up and (ahhh)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
We gonna turn up get lit we gonna turn up and (ahhh)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
We gonna turn up get lit we gonna turn up and (ahhh)
Free all my niggas steady up north
And free the niggas that ain't snitch up on tha source
Free all my niggas wildin on tha boat
Free all my niggas ridin' out on rikers on tha low
I'm showin' titties on tha V.I
He catchin' pussy on tha V.I
He like em slim and I see why
That pussy made a nigga realize
He like 'em slim cuz he know we ride the dick good
Cuz I get on top and take it like a G should
Poppin pussy he gon' eat it like a freak should
Bend me over ass clappin' cuz the head good
You know he all up on my body like a killa
Now we gettin' nasty in private on a villa
He only like 'em natural in tha body no fillers
Cuz shorty on her grind all the time that's why they feel her
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
We gonna turn up get lit we gonna turn up and (ahhh)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
We gonna turn up get lit we gonna turn up and (ahhh)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas (hold on)
Merry Christmas to all the real niggas
We gonna turn up get lit we gonna turn up and (ahhh)
No Longer Mine lyrics - Coi Leray
Mine, yeah
Yeah, sorry, that boy no longer mine
[?]
Coi Leray, you know my name
Please don't waste my time, that boy no longer mines
That boy was full of lies, I had to let him go
No, that's not my guy, he call my phone, decline
I knew that shit ain't right, I had to let him go
Please don't waste my time, that boy no longer mines
That boy was full of lies, I had to let him go
No, that's not my guy, he call my phone, decline
I knew that shit ain't right, I had to let him go
Fuck you
You done broke my heart, now I can't trust you, yeah
Watch your son before they bust at you
Dumbass nigga, I can't really fuck with you, yeah
You hit me up right just like a [?]
You play so tough, you so untouchable
I remember when you made me comfortable
You told me to pull up [?]
I replied like "a-okay" like it was nothing
But I ain't really come, I was just bluffing
Please don't waste my time, that boy no longer mines
That boy was full of lies, I had to let him go
No, that's not my guy, he call my phone, decline
I knew that shit ain't right, I had to let him go
Please don't waste my time, that boy no longer mines
That boy was full of lies, I had to let him go
No, that's not my guy, he call my phone, decline
I knew that shit ain't right, I had to let him go
No More Parties lyrics - Coi Leray
Yeah
They wan' eat off my plate (Eat off my plate, eat off my plate)
They wanna eat off me (Eat off me, eat off me)
When I had my vision, you couldn't see it (Couldn't see it)
I'm off to better things
I'm only doing shit that's gonna make me elevate (Elevate, elevate)
Only want people around that's gonna make me better
Bitch, pull up in that mhm
It's so mhm
They ask, "how I get that ooh"?
I'm too busy getting this money, counting this cheddar (Counting this cheddar)
My daddy let me down, but I promise you, I won't let up (I won't let up)
I wanna say fuck that man but the shit won't make me better (Make me better)
Me and my brother still beefin' right now, 'cause he ain't get that letter
Numb to the pain
Yeah, and I'm like yeah
Fuck everybody, yeah, I can't trust nobody
I ain't even really tryna party
Don't invite me to no party
Bitch, pull-up in that mhm
It's so mhm (Mhm)
They ask, how I get that ooh?
I'm a hustla', baby (Yeah)
You must not know me, baby (Know me baby, know me baby)
I'm off to better things
I'm only doing shit that's gonna make me elevate (Elevate, elevate)
Only want people around that's gonna make me better
Bitch, pull up in that mhm
It's so mhm
They ask, "how I get that ooh"?
C-c-c-can't worry bout nobody, gotta worry about my business (Bout my business)
Don't bring them niggas around me, I don't know they intentions (They intentions)
Don't wanna fall In love 'cause these lil' niggas trippin' (Trippin', trippin')
Why I stay out the way, gotta make sure I keep my distance
Why-why-why they wanna hate me?
This shit crazy (Crazy)
She mad I took her nigga, ooh
That's my bussit baby, ooh, yeah
You must not know me baby (Know me baby, know me, know me, know me)
Hehehe
I'm off to better things
I'm only doing shit that's gonna make me elevate (Elevate)
Only want people around that's gonna make me better
Bitch, pull up in that mhm
It's so mhm (Mhm)
They ask "how I get that ooh"?
Bitch pull-up in that mhm
It's so mhm (Mhm)
They ask "how I get that ooh"?
Okay Yeah! lyrics - Coi Leray
B-Bankroll Got It (D-Diego)
Keep my eye on the money, I'll never go broke
See, I won't allow it
Get to the racks, I never lie
I don't own even trust my own accountant
Ice like [?] audit
Diamonds, they wet like Dory (Yeah)
Dubbing these niggas like Laurie (Yeah)
They always switch up the story (Yeah)
Applyin' the pressure, nobody better
Way up in the sky, bitch, it's all on my level
Ricky my soul, all over my Gucci sweater
We with the shit, my whole gang full of rebels
I don't trust no one that dance with the devil
If you ice up the face, gotta ice up the bezel
If you ice up the face, gotta ice up the bezel
Ayy, yeah, uh, okay yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Okay, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Okay, yeah (Oh yeah)
Okay, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Okay, yeah (Okay, skrrt)
Okay, yeah (Okay, yeah)
Okay, yeah (Okay, yeah, yeah)
See, I drop the top on you niggas that ride right past, keys and push it (Let's go)
Way too [?], say "Bye"
But to the money, say "Hi"
Chromeheart to these Matthew Williams, which one? Can't decide
Walk in Dior, buy it all, don't care about the price
My bitches so mad, these bitches so broke and bitter (Ew)
Please take Sour Patch
So then relax 'fore I take your nigga, I won't give him back
Way up, way up, way up, I'm up (Yeah)
Yeah, uh, okay yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Okay, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Okay, yeah (Oh yeah)
Okay, yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Okay, yeah (Okay, skrrt)
Okay, yeah (Okay, yeah)
Okay, yeah (Okay, yeah, yeah)
Players (David Guetta Remix) lyrics - Coi Leray & David Guetta
Yeah, 'bout to catch another flight
Yeah, the apple bottom make him wanna bite
Yeah, I just wanna have a good night
I just wanna have a good night
If you don't know, now you know
If he broke, then you gotta let him go
You could have anybody, eeny, miny, moe
'Cause when you a boss, you could do what you want
Yeah, 'cause girls is players too
Uh, yeah, yeah, 'cause girls is players too
Yeah, 'cause girls is players too
Keep it player, baby
I go on and on and on again
He blowin' up my phone, but I'm ignorin' him
He thinkin' he the one, I got like four of him
Yeah, I'm sittin' first class like valedictorian
Uh, came a long way from rag to riches
Five-star bitch, yeah, I taste so delicious
Let him lick the plate, yeah, I make him do the dishes
Now he on News 12 'cause a bitch went missin'
Yeah, 'bout to catch another flight
Yeah, the apple bottom make him wanna bite
Yeah, I just wanna have a good night
I just wanna have a good night
If you don't know, now you know
If he broke, then you gotta let him go
You could have anybody, eeny, miny, moe
'Cause when you a boss, you could do what you want (Keep it player, baby)
Yeah, 'cause girls is players too
Uh, yeah, yeah, 'cause girls is players too
Keep it player, baby
Yeah, 'cause girls is players too
Uh, yeah, yeah, 'cause girls is players too
'Cause girls is players too
Yeah, 'cause girls is players too
Keep it player, baby
Players (DJ Saige Remix) lyrics - Coi Leray & Busta Rhymes
Yea
Cus girls is players too
Yea
Cus girls is players too
Cus girls is players too
Bitches getting money all around the world
Cus girls is players too
What you know about living on the top
Penthouse suites looking down on the opps
Took em for a test drive
Left em on the lot
Time is money so I spent I on a watch
Lil titties showing thru the white tee
You can see the thong busting out my tight jeans
Rocks on my finger like a nigga wifed me
Got another shawty she ain't nothing like me
Bouta catch another flight
The apple bottom make him wanna bite
I just wanna have a good night
I just wanna have a good night
Hold up
If you don't know know you know
If you broke then you gotta let him go
You can have anybody enie miney moe
Cus when you a boss you can do what you want
Yea
Cus girls is players too
Yea
Cus girls is players too
Cus girls is players too
Bitches getting money all around the world
Cus girls is players too
It never ends
The way we doing it
How we fucking them up again
Look how we gottem
Yo Saige you killing em with the blend
Yo Coi be bodying shit no matter how they pretend
Clear the block forever knowing my shit hot
Flirting with a nigga while twerking on TikTok
Hurting everything like we working to pitch rock
Playing with the cooch like Penelope pitstop
We was quiet for a minute we back at the tip top
Finagling your way to be part of the rich crop
Classic with the bounce we controlling a sick bop
Mastered everything now we watching you flip flop
Had to pull up just to complete it you know we never stop
Fucking shit up bad every single time that I drop
You seeing me with the women doing shit that you not
I had em playing with you niggas until they hitting the spot
Like that
Like that, that, that
That, that, th-th-th-that, that, that
Like that
I go, on and on and on again
He blowing up my phone
But I'm ignoring him
He thinkin he the one
I got like 4 off him
Yea I'm sitting first class
Like valedictorian (uh)
Came a long way from rag to riches
5 star bitch yea I taste so delicious
Let him lick the plate
Yea I make him do the dishes
Now he on the news talking
Cus a bitch went missing (sheesh)
Bouta catch another flight
The apple bottom make him wanna bite
I just wanna have a good night
I just wanna have a good night
Hold up
If you don't know know you know
If you broke then you gotta let him go
You can have anybody enie miney moe
Cus when you a boss you can do what you want
Yea
Cus girls is players too
Yea
Cus girls is players too
Cus girls is players too
Bitches getting money all around the world
Cus girls is players too
Players (Tokischa Remix) lyrics - Coi Leray (feat. Tokischa)
Tokischa, Coi Leray, what up?
Yeah, 'cause girls is players too
Uh, yeah, yeah, 'cause girls is players too (Remix)
I'm a boss, me singo contingo se te ve que ere' precos'
No te conozco y 'ta diciendo que e' mi opp
Dice que canta pero nunca coro, no
Me 'ta mirando mucho, creo que se sofoco
Cambie mi numero 'pa que no me llamen
Yo soy rulay, no me gusta que me reclamen
Yo tengo brasieres y si 'pa que me lo mames
Vestida de diseñador, 'toy comiendo ramen
Diamond chain, that's my bestie
Trust nobody, these bitches is messy
Big ass [?], my mouth got a "bling"
Thinkin' bout money, not thinkin' bout him
Soy la perra, you already know me
When he eat my ass in mi penthouse suite
Pocket full of cash, and my ass so thick
'Toy rulay, motherfucker, what you mean? (Uh)
'Bout to catch another flight
Yeah, the apple bottom make him wanna bite
Yeah, esta noche, yo ando rulay
Esta noche, yo ando rulay
Hold up, y si no esta claro, now you know
No tiene cuarto, then you gotta let him go
You could have anybody, eeny, miny, moe
'Cause when you a boss, you could do what you want
Yeah, 'cause girls is players too (Yeah)
Yeah, yeah, 'cause girls is players too (Keep it player, baby)
'Cause girls is players too
Bitches gettin' money all around the world 'cause girls is players too
I go on and on and on again
He blowin' up my phone, but I'm ignorin' him
He thinkin' he the one, I got like four of him
Yeah, I'm sittin' first class like valedictorian
Uh, came a long way from rag to riches
Five-star bitch, yeah, I taste so delicious
Let him lick the plate, yeah, I make him do the dishes
Now he on News 12 'cause a bitch went missin', sheesh
'Bout to catch another flight
Yeah, the apple bottom make him wanna bite
Yeah, esta noche, yo ando rulay
Esta noche, yo ando rulay
Hold up, y si no esta claro, now you know
No tiene cuarto, then you gotta let him go
You could have anybody, eeny, miny, moe
'Cause when you a boss, you could do what you want
Yeah, 'cause girls is players too (Yeah)
Uh (And it's time that we let 'em know that—), girls is players too (Keep it player, baby)
Yeah, 'cause girls is players too
Bitches gettin' money all around the world 'cause girls is players too
Rick Owens lyrics - Coi Leray
Proud to be a big influence
You know, big trend-setter
You know everything I do (KookUp)
You know they do it, but I do it better, you know
Very blessed, you know
(Ayy, Losaddos made this)
With an S on my chest 'cause I'm a super woman, bitch, let's get it
Baby, stay focused, uh, yeah
A bitch is on top and they know this (Yeah, a bitch is, let's go)
Money ain't folding, uh (Yeah)
Hop in the Porsche, would've thought it was stolen
Ice neck, wrist ocean
Dryer, fold, niggas scolded
We go up in this bitch and get lit like a stove
Call me up but just don't drop it on my Rick Owens
Owens (Owens), Owens (Owens)
Still a couple niggas that owe me (Pay up)
Ran it up and did it by my lonely (Ran it up and did it, ho)
Diamonds dripping wet like a floaty (Drip like, drip like)
Owens, Owens
Still a couple niggas that owe me (Still owe me, yeah)
Ran it up and did it by my lonely (By my lonely, yeah)
Diamonds dripping wet like a floaty
I ain't doing no more favors
Last nigga went and fucked up the paper
When I throw it back, he gon' eat the cake up
Thumb through the check when I wake up
Balling on you niggas like a layup (Like a layup)
Niggas sleeping on me, better stay up (Stay up)
Income, income, pay up
Money, no sleep, stay up
Baby, stay focused, uh, yeah
A bitch is on top and they know this (Yeah, a bitch is, let's go)
Money ain't folding, uh (Yeah)
Hop in the Porsche, would've thought it was stolen
Ice neck, wrist ocean
Dryer, fold, niggas scolded
We go up in this bitch and get like a stove
Call me up but just don't drop it on my Rick Owens
Owens (Owens), Owens (Owens)
Still a couple niggas that owe me (A couple niggas that owe me)
Ran it up and did it by my lonely (Ran it up and did it)
Diamonds dripping wet like a floaty
Owens (Owens), Owens (Owens)
Still a couple niggas that owe me
Ran it up and did it by my lonely
Diamonds dripping wet like a floaty (Bitch)
So Mad lyrics - Coi Leray
Ayy, uh, oh
B-B-Bankroll Got It
Ayy, ayy (Ah!)
Yeah, I don't give a fuck, I like money (Mm, ayy)
Yeah, bitches give me checks, just keep it coming (Ah)
Yeah, fuck a friend, you stick to the plan (Ooh, ho)
Yeah, bitch, give me that, I need all my Ms
They so mad, I got Rick
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, yeah
Gotta run to the bag, I'm a walking lick, damn
Tell that pussy nigga that ain't that
Yeah, niggas all think I'm simp (Ah!)
Had to end that nigga, call it quits, yeah
Yeah, better have my backend
Yeah, bitch gon' suck the whole team
Broke-ass ho, ain't bring a ho in
Gucci glasses on 'cause you know I can't see
Beam, hit him with that beam
Yeah, forty round drum make him leap
Ah, yeah, nigga, fuck you mean?
All your music boring
I don't drive cars if they foreign (Okay)
Only take calls in the morning (Okay)
Moe in the trap when I'm tourin' (Ayy)
Was in a fanny (Fanny), I got Ethika panties (Okay)
These bitches can't stand me (Ugh)
I'm so fly, no landing (Jump in this bitch like, ayy)
Yeah, I don't give a fuck, I like money (Mm, ayy)
Yeah, bitches give me checks, just keep it coming (Ah)
Yeah, fuck a friend, you stick to the plan (Ooh, ho)
Yeah, bitch, give me that, I need all my Ms
They so mad, I got Rick
Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, yeah
Gotta run to the bag, I'm a walking lick, damn
Tell that pussy nigga that ain't that
Yeah, niggas all think I'm simp (Ah!)
Had to end that nigga, call it quits, yeah
The Hills lyrics - Coi Leray
Ooh, Tash
Baby, you come with too much baggage, so wait on it, mmm
Baby, wait on it, mmm
Baby, you come with too much baggage, yeah, yeah, so wait on it
Yeah, baby, you come with too much, too much
We up in the hills, just keeping it real
Yeah, fuck how you feel, and I count up a mil', yeah
Baby, you come with too much baggage, so wait on it, yeah
Baby, you come with too much baggage, yeah, so wait on it
I get the bread then I go
Put it on my life, I'll never go broke
My boy hold a Glock if you get in the way
This shit ain't new, bitch, yeah, we all getting paid
Yeah, EBT, bitch, that was back in day
Now I put caviar on my tacos
Drinkin' Belly, bitch, straight from the bottle
Now we all hopping in out of Tahoe's
Yeah, these bitches be flexing
Yeah, they so mad 'cause my flow so sick and I'm next up
How I get so rich? I'm a hot lil' bitch
You wasn't there back then, now they check-up
Yeah, baby, you come with too much baggage
Baby, you causing too much damage
All this pain turned me a savage
Yeah, baby, you don't know me
Yeah, bitch, watch your step, don't touch my fashion
Jimmy Neutron to the head, he gon' blast off
You see stars in the Wraith, hope that bitch don't crash
Spent checks on a AP, diamonds wetter
We up in the hills, just keeping it real
Yeah, fuck how you feel, and I count up a mil', yeah
Baby, you come with too much baggage, so wait on it, yeah
Baby, you come with too much baggage, yeah, so wait on it
We up in the hills, just keeping it real
Yeah, fuck how you feel, and I count up a mil', yeah
Baby, you come with too much baggage, so wait on it, yeah
Baby, you come with too much baggage, yeah, so wait on it
The One lyrics - Coi Leray
They try'd to count me out
Take a look at me now
Yeah, I'm ten toes down
See I, watch everybody that's around me
Just take me to my crown
'Cause you know that I'm royalty, baby
I gotta hold me down
So I'ma put myself first, baby
I got a family to feed, I'm living my dreams
I put on for my team and put on for my city
All this money on me, I've been working all week
Putting in overtime, this ain't come overnight
On the horizon, temperature rising
If there is anyone who can take this on
I'm the one, I'm the one (Yeah)
(I'm the one, yeah)
I'm the one, I'm the one (Yeah)
If there's anyone who can take this on, it's me (Yeah)
I'm the one, I'm the one (Yeah)
I'ma take my time with it
I was born for this, you know I'm ready
I waited in line for this
Got it out the mud, you gon' respect me
I'ma take my time with it
I was born for this, you know I'm ready
I waited in line for this
Got it out the mud, you gon' respect me
(Yeah) Baby, no more crying
(Yeah) I'ma go and put out the fire
Putting in all this work, we don't get tired
Doing this for real got them inspired
I don't look like what I've been through (Yeah)
Get into that money, what I'm into
They try to count me out
Take a look at me now
On the horizon, temperature rising
If there is anyone who can take this on
I'm the one, I'm the one (Yeah)
(I'm the one, yeah)
I'm the one, I'm the one (Yeah)
(I'm the one, yeah)
If there's anyone who can take this on, it's me (Yeah)
I'm the one, I'm the one (Yeah)
Tricks lyrics - Coi Leray
You gotta move right cause they all got an ego
That niggas a bitch, he actin' like me oh
They say it's the eyes, I look Filipino
I got on all black now they sayin' I'm mean ho
Walk in this bitch and you it's mansion
Everything CoZ you know we don't act it
Coi Leray bitch, you know I got racks and
Walk in that bitch and I never get pat down
Shit, I'm that bitch, just might ice my wrist
Cause I got wrist, God damn
Yeah can't fuck with goofy ass niggas I don't commit
Yeah they feds
Duck that bitch she can't come to the crib, no chance
For the whole squad that bitch might do some tricks
I'm that bitch, just might ice my wrist
Cause I got wrist, God damn
Yeah can't fuck with goofy ass niggas I don't commit
Yeah they feds
Duck that bitch she can't come to the crib, no chance
For the whole squad that bitch might do some tricks
Brand new iPhone, it's clear, take a pic right there, yeah
That boy want Netlix and chill, bring your ass right here
Yeah the last boy really gon try me yup, shit got real serious
Bitch, and if you don't think I'm bout it
Pull up, if you feeling curious, yeah
You gotta move right cause they all got an ego
That niggas a bitch, he actin' like me oh
They say it's the eyes, I look Filipino
I got on all black now they sayin' I'm mean ho
Walk in this bitch and you it's mansion
Everything CoZ you know we don't act it
Coi Leray bitch, you know I got racks and
Walk in that bitch and I never get pat down
Shit, I'm that bitch, just might ice my wrist
Cause I got wrist, God damn
Yeah can't fuck with goofy ass niggas I don't commit
Yeah they feds
Duck that bitch she can't come to the crib, no chance
For the whole squad that bitch might do some tricks
I'm that bitch, just might ice my wrist
Cause I got wrist, God damn
Yeah can't fuck with goofy ass niggas I don't commit
Yeah they feds
Duck that bitch she can't come to the crib, no chance
For the whole squad that bitch might do some tricks
TWINNEM (Remix) lyrics - Coi Leray (feat. DaBaby)
Yeah, that's my twin, nigga
We fresh as hell, feelin' like some lightskin niggas
The doors go up on this bitch and I get out, okay
It's guaranteed the pipe come with
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (Mm-hmm, hmm)
The keys, the crib, the rides got bigger
You ain't one of my twins, you might not like this, nigga
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (Mm-hmm, hmm)
We be fuckin' 'til we both tapped out then we chillin'
Me and her both bucket ass nigga, we twinnin'
Yeah, that's my twinnem (Yeah, twin)
Go best friend, we killin' 'em
(You know, you know I got a couple type of twins, you know what I'm sayin'?)
No new friends, get rid of them (You know, fuck all these new niggas, man)
Who these new niggas? Yeah, I ain't feelin' them, yeah
It's just me and my twinnem (Here it go, let me go, Coi)
Yeah, go best friend (Uh-huh)
Come and fuck me like a ho, best friend (Let's go)
I ain't trippin' on a hatin' ass nigga
Some of 'em want some attention, I know they mad (Yeah)
Sill doin' numbers like bingo my friend
With a big boy .40 (Boom, boom) and I lick her within
I fuck her so good, she start talkin' like me
Don't be teachin' your boyfriend my lingo, my twin (Let's go)
She my twinnem, the inside of the Urus is cinnamon
Don't even drive it (Skrr), I wonder how many can fit it in her
I just run circles 'round niggas and don't even pop (Don't even pop)
Let me know when you want you some bop in it
Charts lookin' quiet, I might drop an album (Yeah)
Next to me, can't tell me nothin' about her (Yeah, nigga)
Yeah, that's my twinnem
Go best friend, we killin' 'em (Yeah)
No new friends, get rid of them
Who these new niggas? Yeah (Who?), I ain't feelin' them, yeah
It's just me and my twinnem
That loyalty everything
I don't hang with broke bitches, they just be killin' my energy
Ain't bringin' nothin' to the table then you cannot sit with me
They don't bring nothin' to the table, but they be lookin' for sympathy
Niggas be havin' they hand out but never did shit for me
Know a couple niggas that done switched up and turned right to my enemy
That's why it's just me and my—
Just me and my twinnem
That's why it's just me and my—
Just me and twinnem
Yeah, that's my twinnem
Go best friend, we killin' 'em
No new friends, get rid of them
Who these new niggas? Yeah (Who?), I ain't feelin' them, yeah
It's just me and my twinnem
That's my dawg
See, I'm with whatever, I'll pop on a bitch if she take it too far
Fuck whoever, that was way before, now this shit ours
We up on these bitches and turnt up, tell 'em to check the scores
I done turned all my niggas to bosses (Yeah, to bosses)
R.I.P. cousi', we buried in Boston (Rest in peace, yeah)
My nigga forever, you know that we locked in (Yeah)
That's my nigga forever, ain't takin' no losses (Forever, forever, forever)
Yeah, that's my twinnem
Go best friend, we killin' 'em (Yeah)
No new friends, get rid of them
Who these new niggas? Yeah (Who?), I ain't feelin' them, yeah
It's just me and my twinnem
U Turn lyrics - Coi Leray
Damn, aye, buss this U-Turn
Aye, buss this U-Turn
Yeah, aye, turn left
Aye, bitch bust this U-Turn
Aye, turn left (Turn left)
Don't let them catch you at the red light (Red light), yeah, AYE
Aye, buss this U-Turn
U-Turn bitch, turn left
Don't let them catch you at the red light (Red light)
Take ya foot of the the brake nigga burn em
Burn 'em, burn 'em, yeah
I got a flight mobile check in
30 for a show bitch I need my back end, yeah
Bro on the jet know he bringin the pack in
Playin these niggas eat chips like I'm Pac-Man
Bitch I get to the money I ain't into no lap dance
Forgiatos like the way I move past em
Tell me turn up in this bitch I star spazzin
Spazzin, shit, damn
Whole gang, yeah, they look like jurassic
Got lions and killas hop outta the black whips
Bitch, I'm never dolo you won't catch me lackin
Aye, he said get on top baby go faster
Yeah, ride this dick baby show me why you mad
I said, "baby eat this shit show me why you nasty"
Yeah, I might up this shit but baby I'm classy
You know I ain't fucking no average
And you know I like that shit go backwards
And you know I like when you go
Ahhh
Aye, buss this U-Turn, U-Turn bitch
Aye, turn left
Don't let them catch you at the red light (Red light)
Take ya foot off the brake nigga burn em
Burn 'em, Burn 'em, yeah
I got a flight mobile check in
30 for a show bitch I need my back end
Bro on the jet know he bringin the pack in
Wasted lyrics - Coi Leray
I gave you one chance then you fucked it up, then you fucked it up again
A mistake ain't a mistake when you make the same one again
You told me that I'm the one but I ain't one of them
Communication gettin' frustrated, can we make it make sense?
You make more time for your homies, you hit me when you feelin' lonely (Lonely)
Yeah, how you gon' look at me sideways when I ain't heard from you in five days?
How we together and don't even speak?
You too busy, out here runnin' the streets
Ain't even checkin' on me
We say it's love but how could it be?
I was doin' my best, you was doin' the most and started becomin' a habit
You was sellin' me heaven but givin' me hell, that's a fatal attraction
You was givin' me hope, you just killin' me slow, it's a silent assassin
Yeah, gave you love and passion
Not once did I imagine it'd be
Wasted (Wasted)
Energy wasted (Wasted), mentally wasted (Wasted, yeah)
Everything just feel wasted, I just wasted (Wasted)
Energy wasted (Wasted), mentally wasted (Wasted, yeah)
Everything just feel wasted (Yeah, yeah), thought that I just wasted
Energy wasted, mentally wasted (Yeah)
Everything just feel wasted, I just wasted
Energy wasted, mentally wasted (Yeah, yeah, mm-hmm)
Man, I was just bein' real, honest
Had me second guessin', movin' with caution
Look in the mirror and you'll see the problem (Look in the mirror, look in the mirror)
Yeah, stayin' low and avoidin' the drama
You was busy fuckin', "which one I'ma call her"
Fuck around, make me call up your mama (Yeah, where the hell have you been at?)
And you know that you wrong for tryna play me
Now you tellin' everybody I'm crazy
What if I did it to you, you would hate me (You would hate me too, yeah)
I just really be missin' the sex
But the D come with too much regret (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
I can see that you stuck in your ways
But to try again is a waste
Wasted (Wasted)
Energy wasted (Wasted), mentally wasted (Wasted, yeah)
Everything just feel wasted, I just wasted (Wasted)
Energy wasted (Wasted), mentally wasted (Wasted, yeah)
Everything just feel wasted (Yeah, yeah), thought that I just wasted
Energy wasted, mentally wasted (Yeah)
Everything just feel wasted, I just wasted
Energy wasted, mentally wasted (Yeah, yeah)
What U Want lyrics - Lil Xxel, Tyga & Coi Leray
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh (You my)
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
(Right Now Sound)
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
(Sound)
(Hitmaka!)
(B-B-Bankroll Got It)
(D-Diego)
What you, what you want? (Want)
I got freaky ways to put you on (On, yeah)
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (Oh, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (Woah, yeah)
What you, what you want? (Want)
I got freaky ways to put you on (On), yeah
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (With my tongue, yeah)
She's so, mhm, mhm, yeah, yeah
I'm tryna tell you what's up, yeah
Sippin' away 'cause she pretty
I'm feelin' saditty, I'm fillin' my cup, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryna tell you get with me
I'll take you on trips, you just tell me the city, yeah (Yeah)
In the islands, we be chillin'
I got me a check so you know we be litty, yeah
Tell me, tell me what you need (Uh-huh)
You know I'm all in (All)
I can get you everything (Mhm-hmm)
You know I got it (Got)
Baby girl bad and she bougie
I keep it one hunnid, pull up in a hoopty, yeah (Hoopty)
I'm tryna take you out with me
I get you that Birkin, just prove that you with me, yeah (With me, yeah)
What you, what you want? (Want)
I got freaky ways to put you on (On, yeah)
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (Oh, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (Woah, yeah)
Ay-ayy (Ayy)
Heard you want it, yeah, I got it (Yeah)
Pop the tag, fuck the price, swipe, you know I'm 'bout it
Foreign baddie (Ooh), she exotic like Bugatti (Exotic, exotic)
Spicy jalapeño, icy mami, big dripper (Body)
Ho-ho-ho, hop in (Skrr)
Pop out, paparazzi at the valet (Yeah)
Top ten (Top ten, Ooh)
Top ten, my girl got a girlfriend (Yeah)
I got options (Options)
Options, put 'em in a Maybach Benz (Ooh)
Lookin' at my wrist, she know what time it is (Give me time, ah)
What you, what you want? (What you want? Ooh, ooh)
I got freaky ways to put you on (On, yeah)
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (Oh, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (Woah, yeah)
What you, what you want? (Want)
I got freaky ways to put you on (On, yeah)
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (With my tongue, yeah)
(Coi Leray, yeah, let's go!)
We gon' get rich, babe, huh (Uh-huh)
We gon' have rich sex, huh (Ooh Lord)
We gon' get lit, babe, yeah (Get lit)
We get big checks (We get big checks)
So let them hate (So let them hate, yeah)
It be great (It be great)
F-f-fuck them haters, bae (Fuck them haters)
You the greatest (You the greatest, yeah)
Yeah, we got sticks (We got sticks)
Full like jumpin', it's lit (It's lit)
Bitch, this Glock got a kick (Got a kick)
On my way to the top, let's get it
Fu-fu, fuck friends, I ain't too friendly
Yeah, I don't wanna hang, gotta keep my distance
You wanna talk but you don't wanna listen (Listen)
Don't got no time 'cause I'm on a mission, ayy
What you, what you want? (What you want? Yeah)
I got freaky ways to put you on (On, yeah)
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (Oh, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (Woah, yeah)
What you, what you want? (Want)
I got freaky ways to put you on (On, yeah)
Dress you up in Saint Laurent (Saint Laurent, yeah)
Speak that voodoo with my tongue (With my tongue, yeah)
XXL Freshman 2021 - Coi Leray Freestyle lyrics - Coi Leray
I'm not poppin' off till I got a couple M's sittin' right in my bank account
And my family depending on me, I'm the one that's gon' make it out
I'm so paranoid, I think everybody gonna snake me out
I think everybody out to get me now
So that's why I'm geeked up off this Henny now
Yeah, I'm numbin' the pain, I don't feel it now
And I got 'em so mad 'cause I'm winnin' now
Yeah, the Glock on my waist, I might air it out
Fit it right in my purse, I don't wear it out
Make sure the bag matchin' my shoes, they Maison Margiela
My chains, I'ma wear 'em all
And this brand new Birkin can't fit in my closet
Remember brick gave me them hand-me-downs
Yeah, parasitic, uh, these niggas wanna eat off me
I don't really trust niggas, uh, shout-out to Louise
Fell in love with this money, yeah, I count it in my sleep
Avianne this water, yeah, he got it from the sea
XXL Freshmen 2021 Cypher - Part 1 lyrics - DDG, Lakeyah, Morray & Coi Leray
[Intro:]
Hahahaha, Nick, you're stupid
[DDG (Morray):]
Whole lotta of my old homies didn't make it here
Gotta stay strapped and be ready if we take it there
Life's short, but this clip is longer than Jamaican hair
Never have I claimed to be a gangster but it's safer here (Yuh)
Put this pistol in my hand, I'm protectin' all these bands (Baow)
They be fuckin' up the brand when I lend a helpin' hand (Baow)
So I gotta be alone, make the money on my own
If it's smoke then meet me man to man, nigga fuck it's on (Let's go)
Now we live in luxury, that shit just a summary
In the line of fire, trust my brother he gon' cover me (Fye)
Internet trolls and the critics really under me
Had to realize they only poppin' just because of me, they stressin' me
But my bitch be trippin', she be testin' me
I don't know that bitch, it ain't my fault that she be textin' me
Why you just can't cook, give me kiss, then have sex with me? (Baow)
Then you get upset when I'm annoyed and give you less of me, fuck
I don't know, what the fuck that I'ma do with you
I know you stabbed me in my back, but I'm still cool with you
'Cause when it comin' to the racks, they don't know who is who (Who?)
Niggas switch up for the dollars
I be tryin' to be positive with the drama
It be constantly following, on my momma
But I guess it's the side effects of the commas, gang
[Lakeyah:]
It's Lakeyah, the biggest flexer, YBIC
I'm different from all these niggas, ask Coach, ask P
I got the top niggas vouchin' for a bitch like me
I touched the shit I get for bookings way before QC
I'm feeling like I can't be fucked with, I don't mean to be cocky
But the competition ain't switchin' up the flows or the topics
Chrome Hearts all on my body, bless more hoes than a prophet
All them bitches countin' my pockets, so drop a deposit
I'm fly as a pilot, new season Dior, Fendi, and Prada
How the fuck she a freshman when she dropped outta college?
And how the fuck she go so hard when she look like a model?
Buy a bitch like, legally I can't even buy me a bottle, they know I'm a problem
Got these bitches out here tryna step it up
Couple hatin' bitches hatin' on me since I leveled up
Catchin' more G's than them Z's, bitch, I ran it up
Leave a broke nigga to the streets, he can never fuck
Yeah, so all these bitches is in trouble now
My name hold weight around this bitch, I'm like a hundred pounds
Chain cost a hundred thou', blicky let off a hundred rounds
Let the bag talk, ain't gotta tell 'em how I'm comin' out
[Morray, Lakeyah & Coi Leray:]
Bow! Yeah (Sheesh!)
Fire, fuckin' fire (Go, Lakeyah! Hold on, yeah)
[Morray:]
Uh, I said I had somethin' written, but fuck it, nigga, I ain't gon' say it
The gun in my hip, I swear to God I show it, I spray it
You niggas better believe what the fuck a nigga sayin'
In the buildin' with all these great niggas, bitch, it's amazing
Bitch, XXL, I don't think them niggas ready
The bars that we got and these flows, they super heavy
Got Coi Leray, DDG and my homie here
She came up, showed y'all niggas, but them bars is real, nigga, ain't no fear
Fuckin' NC stand up, nigga 2-6, man we the greatest
You niggas say "Who is the best?" Bitch, it's me, ain't no debatin'
Fuck it, don't gotta write it, fuck it, I'd rather spit it
Niggas talkin' 'bout toilet bowls, bitch, I'm shittin' (Bruh)
Like whoa, what you mean you want the dough?
And you niggas talkin' bullshit but I'm the one with the flows
Off the top, bitch, this shit is hot, who the fuck you niggas know?
If I come outside the strip club, then I'm comin' with the poles, bitch
[Coi Leray:]
C-O-I, love it when he say my name, yeah
Low-key, that's my little sneaky link, ayy
Yeah, I love when he fuck me to the beat, ayy
He a freak, fell in love with me, let's go
Watch us all get lit, ayy
Watch us all get richer, ayy
Couple niggas move bricks, uh
Couple niggas hold sticks, ayy
Bitch, I love my brother
My brother love me, ayy, bih
Look at my wrist, ayy
Diamonds sea, yeah
[Coi Leray (Morray):]
Mmh, ayy, we all get money
Yeah-yeah (Mmh), yeah, bitch, we all get money (Mmh)
Yeah-yeah, we all get money (We all get money)
Yeah-yeah, yeah, bitch, we all get money, let's go, ayy
[Morray:]
Ha, we all get money, shake it, Coi
We all get money, shake it, Coi, yeah
XXL, we in this, ha
Ayy, DDG, we did this
Lakeyah, yeah, we did it
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