MP3: Polo G Ft. Pop Smoke & Fivio Foreign – Clueless

Polo G feature & Fivio Foreign on his recently released single “Clueless”, which is off his latest “Hall Of Fame”. Clueless is available for free .

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Thinknews Made Polo G Ft. Pop Smoke & Fivio Foreign – Clueless Available for Mp3 Download, plus the song Lyrics, Video and 320kbps format

As you have known, Clueless is Polo G song, which he employs the work of Pop Smoke and Fivio that add sweet verse to the track. Thinknews has been a worthy Hip Pop site that provides free download for newly released song and “Clueless” is not left behind. The Mp3 file for the song is as below.

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See also, Clueless Lyrics Below

[Intro: Pop Smoke]
(AXL)
Look, woo

[Chorus: Pop Smoke]
Look (Woo)
I’m downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit (Woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch 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 shit” (Nah)
Saucin’ (Saucin’), too lit (Too lit)
Headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless)

[Post-Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Pop Smoke]
They fell in love with the movement
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, nigga, I know what I’m doin’ (Ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh (Uh), she saw me and started droolin’ (Woo)
Big dope (Big dope), boofin’ (Boofin’)
Snowflake (Snowflake), coolin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
I get the money and dip, huh
I don’t go to war ‘less I’m fully equipped, uh
Everywhere I go, I’m good with a bitch, yeah, look (Ayy, ayy)
I got a fast whip (Uh)
Shooter shootin’, then he pass grip, uh
Don’t say you smokin’ on my niggas (Nah), ’cause that be your last spliff (Bitch)
Hitter with me, he do mad hits (Ayy)
Turned my bitch into a bad bitch
Dropped a song and I got mad lit
All I did was give ’em ad-libs, ayy, ayy, ayy
Too rough, we know how to play, uh
I did a show, that’s out of state (Ayy)
I make them bitches go out of they way, Fivi

[Chorus: Pop Smoke, Fivio Foreign, & Both]
Look (Woo)
I’m downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit (Woo shit, lil’ bitch)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch and we both feelin’ ruthless (Ruthless, ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, “You ain’t gon’ do shit” (Nah)
Saucin’ (Saucin’), too lit (Too lit)
Headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless, boaw)

[Post-Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Pop Smoke]
They fell in love with the movement
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, nigga, I know what I’m doin’ (Ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh (Uh), she saw me and started droolin’ (Woo, she did)
Big dope (Big dope), boofin’ (Boofin’)
Snowflake (Snowflake), coolin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 2: Polo G & Fivio Foreign]
I just took a jet from the ‘Raq in New York with the gang and we on some woo shit (Woo)
And we really outside and my crew lit
We too deep, ain’t nobody gon’ do shit (Lil’ bitch)
If it’s a problem, my young nigga shoot shit (Ayy)
Stakin’ out like a date up in Ruth Chris (Ayy)
In the field, we took more than a few risks (We did)
Mike Amiri jeans full of blue strips (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I might get frostbite, all this ice on me, tell ’em, “Stitch me a new wrist” (Lil’ bitch)
I just dropped ten racks up at Louis, I spent like a band on my new kicks (Lil’ bitch)
Make a hater throw up ’cause my coupe sick (Ayy)
I can’t fuck on that ho ’cause I’m too rich (Ayy)
Make a hater throw up ’cause my coupe sick
I can’t fuck on that ho ’cause I’m too rich (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: Pop Smoke, Fivio Foreign & Both]
Look (Woo)
I’m downtown Chicago, on Michigan Ave with Polo and we on some woo shit (Woo shit)
I walk into Saks Fifth with a bad bitch and we both feelin’ ruthless (Ruthless, ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp in the spot, I look him in his face like, “You ain’t gon’ do shit” (Nah)
Saucin’ (Saucin’), too lit (Too lit)
Headshot (Headshot), clueless (Clueless, boaw)

[Post-Chorus: Fivio Foreign & Pop Smoke]
They fell in love with the movement
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, nigga, I know what I’m doin’ (Ayy, ayy)
Fivi (Fivi), uh (Uh), she saw me and started droolin’ (Woo, she did)
Big dope (Big dope), boofin’ (Boofin’)
Snowflake (Snowflake), coolin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

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