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coi leray - huddy lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, everything is coz, everything is coz (yah, yah)
hah, everything is coz, everything is coz (yah, yah)
coi leray, you know my name
yeah, you know my name
throw it up now
throw it up, shade it up
yah

[chorus]
yeah buddy, ridin’ in the big drop
ridin’ down 80, on the wheel with my wristw-tch
that b-tch huddy, man that b-tch a big thot
i don’t trust these b-tches, droppin’ hoes soon as it get hot
is her -ss fat? does she get money?
it’s too bad she gotta go, tell that b-tch, “huddy”
now she really mad, ’cause her n-gga want me
that boy wack, he just want me ’cause he’s racks on me
yeah buddy, ridin’ in the big drop
ridin’ down 80, on the wheel with my wristw-tch
that b-tch huddy, man that b-tch a big thot
i don’t trust these b-tches, droppin’ hoes soon as it get hot
is her -ss fat? does she get money?
it’s too bad she gotta go, tell that b-tch, “huddy”
now she really mad, ’cause her n-gga want me
that boy wack, he just want me ’cause he’s racks on me

[verse 1]
me and gang, yeah we mob, ain’t no lettin’ up
usain bolt, yeah she like the way i run it up
she hit me up, sayin’ she wanna come hang with us
told that b-tch, “h-ll nah”, that b-tch done up
(pow, pow, pow, pow)
hit the mall, spend a bag and watch me cash out
numbers goin’ up, yeah, i don’t know how to act now
features, yeah i tax now, smoke cookies ’til i p-ss out
ridin’ in the wrangler, color white like topanga
and i like big bucks, by four in this big truck
sittin’ real pretty, spark an l while i kick up
walk up in the party, go ape and turn this b-tch up
whole section wildin’, h-lla bottles, we get lit up
n-ggas act like hoes, man they all silly
and they all quick to brag when they pockets empty
i done make my haters mad, now they out to get me
got a nine for ’em if a n-gga actin’ iffy

[pre-chorus]
can’t stop now, i just made another hit
and word around town, coi leray just hit a l!ck
and yeah, that boy mad ’cause i ran off with his b-tch
nascar, fast car, 200 on a dashboard

[chorus]
yeah buddy, ridin’ in the big drop
ridin’ down 80, on the wheel with my wristw-tch
that b-tch huddy, man that b-tch a big thot
i don’t trust these b-tches, droppin’ hoes soon as it get hot
is her -ss fat? (yeah) does she get money? (nope)
it’s too bad she gotta go, tell that b-tch, “huddy”
now she really mad, ’cause her n-gga want me
that boy wack, he just want me ’cause he’s racks on me
yeah buddy, ridin’ in the big drop
ridin’ down 80, on the wheel with my wristw-tch
that b-tch huddy, man that b-tch a big thot
i don’t trust these b-tches droppin’ hoes soon as it get hot

[verse 2]
lookin’ at my future, it’s on beast mode
i don’t trust these n-ggas, i just play it by the g-code
got a nine for you, put it in my peacoat
bust down, run now, n-gga that’s that gun sound
tell me why these boys actin’
n-ggas pillowtalking, man i swear that they be cappin’
i don’t got none for you hoes, i don’t know why that girl keep askin’
b-tch, i’m saucin’ with my bros, my money flippin’ like gymnastics
man, these b-tches want no static
turn up on a goofy, yeah, i swear i let ’em have it
one day, that n-gga yours, now he mine, i call it magic
yeah, one day, that n-gga yours, now he mine, i call it magic

[pre-chorus]
can’t stop now, i just made another hit
and word around town, coi leray just hit a l!ck
and yeah, that boy mad ’cause i ran off with his b-tch
nascar, fast car, 200 on a dashboard

[chorus]
yeah buddy, ridin’ in the big drop
ridin’ down 80, you on the wheel with my wristw-tch
that b-tch huddy, man that b-tch a big thot
i don’t trust these b-tches, droppin’ hoes soon as it get hot
is her -ss fat? (yeah) does she get money?
that’s too bad she gotta go, tell that b-tch, “huddy”
now she really mad, ’cause her n-gga want me
that boy wack, he just want me ’cause he’s racks on me
yeah buddy, ridin’ in the big drop
ridin’ down 80, on the wheel with my wristw-tch
that b-tch huddy, man that b-tch a big thot
i don’t trust these b-tches, droppin’ hoes soon as it get hot
is her -ss fat? does she get money?
it’s too bad she gotta go, tell that b-tch, “huddy”

- coi leray lyrics

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