Kolors

Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me

Curly yellow dancing on me

Said she smell the green on me

And she straight from California

Freaky as she wanna be

Told me she like boys and girls

Oh well, that's okay with me

And she said

"My old boo left me blue. I really loved her

So cold and so cruel, so many colors."

Play hoes like pro tools, can't never trust 'em

Nah, **** 'em, **** 'em **** 'em," oh

When I think about it, I just want a coupe

With a lil boo, with the same coupe as me different kolors

I been gettin out here

But really the more known I get, I just been peepin these *****'s colors

Since I left the Lou

Life ain't no black and white beautiful peepin the different kolors

I can never choose

I like my booches in bunches my babies all different kolors

So what do you say? (Ay)

Why don't we dip to the crib or some ****?

My gang got it crackin like lips in the wind

I been burnin' my burdens and sipping on sins

Whole lot on my plate (heh)

Them yams goin down soon as I get a chance

Been busy, this music **** tying up my hands

But it's on when I get home

When I get home

When I get home

When I get home

When I get home

Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me

Curly, yellow, dancing on me

Said she smell the green on me

And she straight from California

Freaky as she wanna be

Tell me she likes boys and girls

Oh well, that's okay with me

And she said

"My old boo left me blue. I really loved her

So cold and so cruel, so many colors."

Play hoes like pro tools, can't never trust 'em

Nah, **** 'em, **** 'em **** 'em," oh