Lyrics:
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
My colors, colors, colors, colors, colors
Seven years passed, now
got a license yet
I'm 21 years old don't got a license yeah
I'm 21 yrs old don't gotta a license yeah
Got public transportation or a bike yeah
I'm 21
or them look like o, yeah (fuck it up, fuck it up, ay!)
This year, we dey give them high tension (fuck it up, ay! Fuck it up)
And I'ma tag man like
eyes
I see his body drop
The officer fired a shot
But the man that dropped was reaching for his license
While the officer claimed he had a glock
This is
by ya address for some weeks I can’t mistake it
Like I can close my eyes & recite ya license plate letter placement
Been itching, to make you
much that I can't even wipe the tears away
Quiet
That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet)
Stylist be the same color my chain is
the world yet you taking dicks
I hope you faggots die of aids you fucking make sick
I hate the color of your skin wish you didn’t exist
So when you die
It's really not too often
That I let loose like this, but fuck it
Here's a portion with no endorsement
Doin' what I gotta, to make it hotta
A nigga
hop out of a whip color off white
Took my license cuz I ran a red light
That boy Foolie he come with some different heat
Versatile switch the flow and I
genetic mutations, or anythin' that makes you unique
That's what I find amazin' the differences that make the community
Many sometimes see the world in
for nothing
*Ge ge*
You go carry your body go police station
You die e wrongfully
*Ge ge, Ge ge, ge ge…*
Ju'di, ju'di, ju'di
Ju si le
Ju'di, ju'di,
That rabbit right there?" he asks us
His eyes glowing "What color is
It?" asks Chino, suddenly excited it's brown
Meek makes his approach slowly,
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
you arm, leg, leg, arm, head
I wish a motherfucker would trip this year, come on
Dressed in all black and my gun the same color
Murder my enemy,
drop the tape I'll start my own kind of crisis
Hit up every studio when I get my license
I had to make hell a sacrifices
Dropped out of school just
every day of the week
Every week in the month (yeah)
Every month in the year
I’m a everyday gangsta! (yeah)
Straight everyday gangsta (yeah)
Big money
for nothing
*Ge ge*
You go carry your body go police station
You die e wrongfully
*Ge ge, Ge ge, ge ge…*
Ju'di, ju'di, ju'di
Ju si le
Ju'di, ju'di,
for nothing
*Ge ge*
You go carry your body go police station
You die e wrongfully
*Ge ge, Ge ge, ge ge…*
Ju'di, ju'di, ju'di
Ju si le
Ju'di, ju'di,
everybody hating
Success to me is inspiration
'Cause how we supposed to know that what we dream is possible
If don't nobody that looks like us makes it?
Hot sultry dancing, steppers stepping, to summertime in the Chi
Her body do the jerk and then she starts to twerk
Then she bend over make her bootie do
niggas gonna see
These MCs ain't the same as me
I had a Grime hit in 2003
God gave me a body and blessed it
You see, my fingers they made Duppy, Private
on Blue Streak
You know it's Lil' Wheezy goin' off
Slim and Baby bought him somethin' new he showin' off
I will buy Bentley body real wide
Sixteen with
it
I think they got to get ready for this one here ¨see come on!
(Ooh, everybody's here) Say what?
(This is the jam of the year)
Huh, what did
better
12:01 November 1st
12:01 November 1st
With a full moon
The first time there's been a full moon on Halloween in quite a few years
The earth fears
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