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Coi Leray - Paranoid (with Polo G) (Official Lyric Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Coi Leray
Coi Leray
Vocals
Polo G
Polo G
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taurus Bartlett
Taurus Bartlett
Songwriter
Tashim Zene Jr
Tashim Zene Jr
Composer
Coi Leray Collins
Coi Leray Collins
Songwriter
Joseph Boyden
Joseph Boyden
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
IamTash
IamTash
Producer
SephGotTheWaves
SephGotTheWaves
Producer
Germán Valdés
Germán Valdés
Mixing Engineer
Fabe
Fabe
Recording Engineer
Augusto Sanchez
Augusto Sanchez
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Fabian Johnson
Fabian Johnson
Recording Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Letra

Uh, yeah I ain't poppin' out 'til I got a couple M's sittin' right in my bank account And my family dependin' 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 Yeah, this brand-new Birkin can't fit in my closet 'Member Britt gave me them hand-me-downs Yeah, parasitic, uh, yeah, these niggas wanna eat off me I don't really trust niggas, uh, yeah, shout out to Lil Reese Fell in love with this money (this money, this) Yeah, I count it in my sleep Avianne this water (this water, this water) Yeah, he got it from the sea (yeah) Overthinkin' be killin' me now Grab my ex, put a gun to his mouth Body bag in that bitch, then I'm out Then I leave that shit right at your mama home Only if you knew what I've been through It's some shit I can't tell you, I know (uh, yeah) Your own homie be jealous and envious, baby, that's how that shit go (yeah) I ain't poppin' out 'til I got a couple M's sittin' right in my bank account (I ain't poppin' out) And my family dependin' on me, I'm the one that's gon' make it out I'm so paranoid (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 (this Glock pfft, pfft) Fit it right in my purse, I don't wear it out (I don't wear it out) Make sure the bag matchin' my shoes, they Maison Margiela My chains, I'ma wear 'em all Yeah, this brand-new Birkin can't fit in my closet 'Member Britt gave me them hand-me-downs (uh) And that really fucked up my mental Ain't got no time to be stuck in the middle I'm with some steppers, say, "Fuck it" and kill you Can't really talk when them slugs sittin' in you Hungry for hits, we got blood on the menu Posted with shots in your club or your venue He scratchin' off, gave my cousin a signal Go catch a body, a dub what I give you (oh, oh) I know we playin' for keeps, I can't keep it fair Woke up and you blessed if you breathin' air Standin' on business like, no, I don't need a chair Nonchalant 'bout them killers, don't even care I'm from where loyalty hard to see, it's rare If you headed to the top, I can meet you there The tags on my clothes and a slider I ain't even wear Broken-hearted from love, so I need repairs, uh I ain't poppin' out 'til I got a couple M's sittin' right in my bank account (I ain't poppin' out) And my family dependin' on me, I'm the one that's gon' make it out I'm so paranoid (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 (this Glock pfft, pfft) Fit it right in my purse, I don't wear it out (I don't wear it out) Make sure the bag matchin' my shoes, they Maison Margiela My chains, I'ma wear 'em all Yeah, this brand-new Birkin can't fit in my closet 'Member Britt gave me them hand-me-downs (yeah, yeah) Crazy dilemma, uh (yeah, yeah) Now I keep dollar signs on my daily agenda, uh Swear I miss all my guys, I'll make sure they remember, uh (R.I.P., rest in peace) I hate that Gucci died that day in September, uh-uh Yeah, Polo
Writer(s): Taurus Tremani Bartlett, Coi Leray Collins, Tashim Jr. Zene, Joseph Thomas Boyden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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