Lyrics:
Picasso?
Or is Pollock more my style?
No, by far my favourite
Is the supermarket isle
Cos I hear the colours
I feel it
I feel the colours
I feel it
I feel
When I take aim, no miss
I was just born like this, yah yah
Gold timepiece, no wrist
When I show up imma stack my chips, yah yah
I don't take no damn
and the money is siamese (Siamese)
Diamonds in my timepiece
Diamonds in my timepiece
Yuh
Gotta get it on the daily all I want is dubs
You know what I'm on (Oh oh)
Vadell and Chidow, back again
And this time, we're gonna do it a little differently
Kick it
Didn't like, didn't like, didn't like the colour orange
Ah where you get that new Clarks there Daddy?
Ah which colour that? Mad inna party!
Ah you alone have that style there Daddy
The queen fi England
blessed don't have time for the stress
They camouflage had to put em on check
In heaven colour doesn't matter you next
Cape style better show me respect
I
love
With your good style, I dress me up
Colour my love
When I am with you all my dreams come true
Colour my love
Love has a colour, the colour of my
love
With your good style, I dress me up
Colour my love
When I am with you all my dreams come true
Colour my love
Love has a colour, the colour of my
questions
I don't know the colour of your eyes
I don't know the colours of your style
I don't know the colours of your mind
I never knew you
I don't know
get my kicks from plastic bag
Yeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hair
I'm a rocker
I don't need your style, I walk the Murder Mile
Style bendz
Style bendz
I ain't following your motherfucking trends
I said
Style bendz Style bendz
I feel like I am living in a curse this hell is
style
The kinda jam that used to make you smile
The kinda thang that made ya mama go wild
Third great white boy - 24 mile
Keep it squeaky clean mop & glo
the liquor cell
Going down with you in the picture too
Maybe its fiction or maybe its fantasy
That's a big timepiece stulling on the studs
Making great time in
your light shine through
You fronting and that only make things difficult
Ah true that
If we could only let our true colours show
Real ting
Better
it, stop it
There's not a timepiece on your wrist
Matter fact there's not a timepiece that exist
That'll tell you when the shaman's bout to make your
Different colour of the Birkens
Shorty say she never met a real nigga
I'm a whole other person
And she met me in person
She said your style is different I'm
nowhere but up the street
To get a half ounce of kush, a couple bitches and the heat
Freaky-Ricky be the system 'cause my style is extra popular
Your girl
not forgiving
Change style, on top keeps me winning
Got a real talk home while drinkin´
Brought up my nerves fucked up your turn
Hold it back moving
try me
Hennessy my body
Shawty give me sloppy
WAP it's on my timepiece
Industry be watchin', they can never stop me
Hit him with a brick that's Stt
'Cause I get my kicks from plastic bag
Yeah the clothes that I wear and the colour of my hair
I'm a rocker
I don't need your style, I walk the Murder
ain't nobody gave me half of me
I need time please, my daughter and I miss this
I need time and peace but they offer time-pieces
And if that time-piece
Ah which colour that? Mad inna party!
Ah you alone have that style there Daddy
The queen for England haffi love off yardie
Real badman no model
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Style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical
Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention
I'm like a surgeon in my left hand
Hold
perpetrators view this
Style, empirical, lyrical, it's critical
Three the hard way, boy you need medical attention
I'm like a surgeon in my left hand
Hold
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