paroles de chanson Colors - Tee Grizzley
Raf
Simmons
cost
me
five
slips
Dat
Goyard
bag
another
fire
strip
You
in
Detroit
and
see
a
Wraith,
nigga
that's
my
shit
Would
of
pushed
Rico's
shit
back,
I
am
not
Mitch
Helluva
made
this
beat,
baby
Gettin'
money,
why
these
niggas
gettin'
mad?
Jump
off
the
plane
with
a
couple
of
M's
in
the
bag
If
anybody
play
with
me,
it's
numbers
on
their
head
We
ain't
gon'
talk
about
it
though,
that's
the
end
of
that
Trappin',
I'm
still
into
that,
address,
I
can
send
you
that
So
if
my
label
drop
me,
I
can
still
look
like
I
rap
Know
a
couple
of
niggas
livin'
like
they
got
platinum
plaques
(Aha)
All
they
doing
is
catchin'
bags,
sendin'
out
and
sittin'
back
(aha)
Rose
Presi'
on
my
wrist,
I
can
afford
that
Back
in
the
day,
I
couldn't
even
look
toward
that
When
I
was
broke,
I
couldn't
even
look
toward
the
bitch
Now
she
suck
my
dick
and
don't
say
shit
when
I
record
the
bitch
(Catch
that)
Been
on
the
indictment
list,
tryna
see
the
Forbes
list
Went
from
playin'
with
joysticks
to
out
in
traffic
blowin'
sticks
(Graa)
When
your
fans
gets
your
name
tatted,
then
you
know
you
lit
Stank
from
my
cologne,
I'ma
fuck
her
if
she
snort
the
drip
(aha)
Promise
my
brother
I'ma
stack
and
get
this
paper
right
But
I'm
spendin'
60k
a
month
just
on
everyday
life
When
you
that
bag,
everybody
wanna
whirl
it
Problems
they
got,
they
gon'
call
you
like
you
'caused
'em
Fall
up
in
the
club,
I
can
rain
'till
it's
morning
Start
in
every
game
'cause
at
practice,
I've
been
ballin'
(swish)
Heard
a
couple
niggas
wanna
put
me
on
my
shit
(what)
Tell
'em
pull
up
with
them
sticks
and
let
'em
hit,
you
better
not
miss,
bitch
I
know
some
Crips,
know
some
Tree
Tops
Name
good,
I
ain't
never
sold
no
re-rock
All
these
colors
in
my
chain
like
a
peacock
I
let
that
.40
slang
'till
it
decock
Ridin'
through
my
old
hood,
with
some
new
money
Blue
money,
they
that
mad?
Tell
'em
do
somethin'
Got
three
Tennis
chains,
and
like
two
Presi's
Three
choppas,
four
Glocks,
this
shit
too
heavy
Key
to
the
pad,
key
to
the
Rolls,
key
to
the
bag
I
got
the
key
to
the
streets,
don't
get
a
key
put
on
your
ass
When
I
do
that,
you
know
them
niggas
gon'
knock
you
in
half
Heavy
cash
load,
got
my
back
broke
Bitches
on
the
East,
and
on
the
West
Coast
Sent
me
pics
and
videos,
you
can't
get
my
passcode
Ten
up
in
the
motor,
got
the
hood
broke
Bitch,
don't
get
yo'
head
painted,
you
gon'
look
like
Lil
Boat
(painted
red)
Ridin'
through
Atlanta
with
my
nigga
Lil
Boat
(Lil
Boat)
Niggas
trailin'
us
and
you
know
what
they
good
for
'Bout
to
fly
to
Cali
and
look
for
that
good
dope
If
you
'bout
that
life,
then
what
you
lookin'
shook
for?
Told
my
lil
bro,
I
had
to
chase
M's,
.40
on
me,
all
big
face
bills
In
the
back
of
the
Mulsanne,
lettin'
the
space
build
If
the
police
flip
me
with
this
Glock,
I'ma
face
ten
I
ain't
supposed
to
be
the
shooter,
I'm
on
top
But
I
still
let
it
spray
like
it's
4 days
into
July
I've
been
runnin'
red
light
in
my
city,
I
know
it's
hot
I'd
rather
take
the
ticket,
niggas
want
my
top,
it's
so
many
opp's
I
know
some
Crips,
know
some
Tree
Tops
Name
good,
I
ain't
never
sold
no
re-rock
All
these
colors
in
my
chain
like
a
peacock
I
let
that
.40
slang
'till
it
decock
Know
some
BD's,
I
know
some
gangsta's
Get
outta
line
and
they
a
spank
ya
Know
some
Pirus,
know
some
head-bangers
Know
some
Sex
Money
Murda
niggas
that'll
paint
ya
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