Tee Grizzley - Colors

      [Intro]
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Raf Simmons cost me five slips
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Dat Goyard bag another fire strip
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You in Detroit and see a Wraith, nigga that's my shit
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Would of pushed Rico's shit back, I am not Mitch
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Helluva made this beat, baby
Gettin' money, why these niggas gettin' mad?
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Jump off the plane with a couple of M's in the bag
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If anybody play with me, it's numbers on their head
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We ain't gon' talk about it though, that's the end of that

[Verse 1]
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Trappin', I'm still into that, address, I can send you that
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So if my label drop me, I can still look like I rap
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Know a couple of niggas livin' like they got platinum plaques (Aha)
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All they doing is catchin' bags, sendin' out and sittin' back (aha)
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Rose Presi' on my wrist, I can afford that
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Back in the day, I couldn't even look toward that
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When I was broke, I couldn't even look toward the bitch
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Now she suck my dick and don't say shit when I record the bitch (catch that)
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Been on the indictment list, tryna see the Forbes list
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Went from playin' with joysticks to out in traffic blowin' sticks (Graa)
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When your fans gets your name tatted, then you know you lit
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Stank from my cologne, I'ma fuck her if she snort the drip (aha)
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Promise my brother I'ma stack and get this paper right
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But I'm spendin' 60k a month just on everyday life
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When you that bag, everybody wanna whirl it
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Problems they got, they gon' call you like you 'caused 'em
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Fall up in the club, I can rain 'till it's morning
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Start in every game 'cause at practice, I've been ballin' (swish)
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Heard a couple niggas wanna put me on my shit (what)
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Tell 'em pull up with them sticks and let 'em hit, you better not miss, bitch

[Bridge]
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   I know some Crips, know some TreeTops
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Name good, I ain't never sold no re-rock
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All these colors in my chain like a peacock
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I let that .40 slang 'till it decock
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Ridin' through my old hood, with some new money
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Blue money, they that mad? Tell 'em do somethin'
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Got three Tennis chains, and like two Presi's
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Three choppas, four Glocks, this shit too heavy

[Verse 2]
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Key to the pad, key to the Rolls, key to the bag
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I got the key to the streets, don't get a key put on your ass
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When I do that, you know them niggas gon' knock you in half
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Heavy cash load, got my back broke
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Bitches on the East, and on the West Coast
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Sent me pics and videos, you can't get my passcode
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Ten up in the motor, got the hood broke
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Bitch, don't get yo' head painted, you gon' look like Lil Boat (painted red)
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Ridin' through Atlanta with my nigga Lil Boat (Lil Boat)
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Niggas trailin' us and you know what they good for
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'Bout to fly to Cali and look for that good dope
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If you 'bout that life, then what you lookin' shook for?
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Told my lil bro, I had to chase M's, .40 on me, all big face bills
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In the back of the Mulsanne, lettin' the space build
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If the police flip me with this Glock, I'ma face ten
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I ain't supposed to be the shooter, I'm on top
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But I still let it spray like it's 4 days into July
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I've been runnin' red light in my city, I know it's hot
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I'd rather take the ticket, niggas want my top, it's so many opp's

[Outro]
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  I know some Crips, know some TreeTops
B
Name good, I ain't never sold no re-rock
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All these colors in my chain like a peacock
B
I let that .40 slang 'till it decock
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Know some BD's, I know some gangsta's
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Get outta line and they a spank ya
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Know some Pirus, know some head-bangers
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Know some sex, money, murder niggas that'll paint ya

[Outro]
(Repeat till fade)
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