Lyrics:
lullaby colours
You would not find me in visions without a decision to visit Giano
Swerving in the red route number 30
You're dipping in the Uber pool
brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this
feel crazy
(One, two, three, four)
I see Bloods and Crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters, it's time to bail
I've tried
At the hotel I met you for a drink
And after two or three you were all over me, all over me
Oh, and I know red's your favourite colour
by the stair case hanging by his own shoelace stash is gone but there was no trace of foul play by the gangway
duce tre retro
infra red 6 saw prints
an aspirin
Plus grab da visine
I been, bout the smoke walking round looking
Like my eyes bleed, red bottom colour,
Diva bitches know what I mean
I seem
the room
Repercussions occur when you try and snitch
Red light, green light
One, two, three
Look mean, got my machine
Cried and hit you, please
Say shake
livin' like that
Tripped over the crack, crippled by circumstance
Nigga gotta face the facts, make this world your own
Sun sprinkled light for this
brown skin derby
master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this
brown skin derby
Master Tommy Hil Advil
Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck
Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine
In this
I don't toot my own horn 'cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth, I don't care (care)
But if you get too close, I'm gon' clap you
It's too
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
wit him wrong you gone catch three shots
G-slide old school with the drop top
Hydraulics go dumb like I'm Red Fox
Her face in my lap do the diddy bop
bled
We'd only see red
My truth be told
We've spent these years so agitated
I think we're ready to blow
I guess if all the colours bled
I think we'd
the room
Repercussions occur when you try and snitch
Red light, green light
One, two, three
Look mean, got my machine
Cried and hit you, please
Say shake
you're alone
So get your own on your own, it'll strengthen your soul
Stop livin' off your parents like you're three years old
Instead of walkin' like
'round inside my head
That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red
Now picture me dead, still getting head in the coffin flossin'
Bitches fightin',
All I wanna do is crash that corn
But same way, I wanna make money too (Bubush)
M3nace man coulda done that drill on my own
But I still done that
with two of my woes
Had a big 12 gauge in my rucksack
My young niggas drill
Like Itch and Sizz
10 toes in the drive with a book bag
And we're
wants to see sumn what do we want
A fast cars and a pretty colours ah ahh
Enlighten me with what you rock shame on no one
We were all taught by a sumn
could've been dead, a couple times
Killer pits and extra clips, around my bed when I sleep
Stash my glock under my pillow, twenty gauge by my feet
Sitting
swear I seen a peaceful smile on my mama's face
when I gave her the keys to her own house, this your land
Your only son done became a man
watchin' time
the sign
The girl whipped out the gat and she blast three times
1 nigga laid dead
The other cocked back the gauge and shot her in the leg
"Don't shoot my
shut your mouth I don't need your guidance I'm fine
Doing my own thing this way
I knew it was peak when people acted like anti-racism marching was
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