Color Coded
James Rey
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My bitch bad shit, I can tell just by her accent I want to make a-half-a-million off of rapping I know 30 niggas 'round me got them backends But, I came in with the eleven call it mac-in' Hard you toting, Lil-nigga what poking? Yeah, He got the blow-in, and bro-bro bout to go in No, no, I don't know him, that nigga don't even go here 12 Just pulled up, down on the block it's Color-Coded Oh shit, he loaded, what the f*ck he bought poles in Now he blowing that nigga can't even hold it We in the party and you know we got them hoes here I can't even feel the wealth, I swear this shit keeps growing I can't take these pictures, me and my bitch in intermission My ex-bitch just hit me what the f*ck she asked for a 50 My Girl said don't text back, you know a nigga wouldn't If I want her I get her back, you know I'm never losing I can never-ever lack, these niggas always looking Crazy bitches hit my phone, they always look Cookie I can't never-ever fold, not even for no cookie Bitch think shit way too easy, can't jugg me over no tookie Give it up, give your best shot, fucking shorty make her leg lock All he wanted was G- Shock, All he wanted was a real shot 3 Pops and that's a dead shot, backed up and the block hot Lame nigga you the told the cops Snitch nigga you owe the ops Time in, time out, and shit I'll do it again I know your shorty loves me, but I think I love her friends Bleed the block got him burned up, that nigga got a tan Ten times out of ten we know that nigga a fan Hard you toting, Lil-nigga what poking? Yeah, He got the blow-in, and bro-bro bout to go in No, no, I don't know him, that nigga don't even go here 12 just pulled up, down on the block it's Color-Coded oh shit, he loaded, what the f*ck he bought poles in Now he blowing that nigga can't even hold it We in the party and you know we got them hoes here I can't even feel the wealth, I swear this shit keeps growing Shorty, I can hardly keep up with your lies Sorry, all these hoes they know that, that your mine I'm sorry, sorry that I think I got too high Probably never pay attention why should I even try? Walking up and down Soho, my niggas go-go, my nigga for sho though Spazzin' nigga like I'm loco, your bitch off coco, nigga and you don't even know though Ice on me and that's Frozone, Lil nigga like cold stones. Lil nigga he too cold Bad bitch in the hills, I coped a deal like where the blue go? Hard you toting, Lil-nigga what poking? Yeah, He got the blow-in, and bro-bro bout to go in No, no, I don't know him, that nigga don't even go here 12 Just pulled up, down on the block it's Color-Coded Oh shit, he loaded, what the f*ck he bought poles in Now he blowing that nigga can't even hold it We in the party and you know we got them hoes here I can't even feel the wealth, I swear this shit keeps growing
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