Microphone check 12 or just 1-2 I am me who are f*** you And i'm 1-2 high you should look up to me My french girls love it when we smoke the ooey On
Flying and you know I'm not coming down You're trying but you know you must soon go down All my colours turn to clouds All my colours turn to clouds
Ecoute-moi petite s?ur, Vois ces 3 couleurs Qui sont sur tous nos chapeaux Nos pendentifs, nos drapeaux Tout a commence au fond d?une prison du Yemen
And I strongly suggest that you don't sit in my transportation Cause the slot is so severe, and the beast excruciation My amps my pot me mirror possibly collapse yo lung What color
Some twenty-one of that bitch see I don't know what they be puttin' in the water nowadays but white girls got big booties Ain't no color line I'm color
get you moving Right now On a hunt for 100 proof men For the ones in the Son set free from sin Not bound by their religion or their pigment Skin color
love em Cos you let me bend that over T.I: The grey goose Make you wanna get loose Got your ass bent over In the new benz coupe Cos the rims same color
me da ncape, skunkat a ganja! gia nun cia facce cchiu! cchiu nfucate d'a Tefal, te', fall'chist ca stu ledr gia e pal', appicie tu o' svede'! Strofa 3
to the game) If you know what I know then you know I ain't playin (I'm loyal to the game) That could get in my way and I'll blow out your brain {Verse 3
guccie loc... (baby dem swade) Dem air makin noise but dese a lil louder Steppin out gangsta... daz dem pradaz Or we can jump g got dem all star chucks Got em all color
tu tu tu tu tu tu tu tu Bambina occhi grandi come e bella la citta guardo il cielo e guardo il mondo colorato di felicita cuore matto da legare da legare
beamin' Findin' ya dirt white boy you know da true meanin' Whatever look fiest boy you know dat u was schemin yeeeeeah Da hottest ??? shade, butter brown (butter brown) ??? many colors
(feat. Nas) [Nas] Everyday she walk by See me on the same block Same crew, like she never seen rocks Chain watch, rims blue Different color boots on
you know I'm the shit Never sound like an amateur, I damage niggas' brains This buster Came to be a party pooper, I'm insane [Chorus] [Verse 3: Niqle
from the Harlem streets [50 Cent] E, F [Scarlett] Don't talk me to death [50 Cent] G, H [Scarlett] It's elementary [Scarlett] Picture me rolling Range Rover Same color
't stop And it ain't No Limit on the stage, if the show don't rock You can still, catch me up in them clubs In that 2K3 Yukon, sitting up on them dubs
rough from the start, son And I knew I'd be a hustler, even when I was in kindergarten Feelin' on the teachers and givin' 'em looks And steady takin' all the other kids' coloring