Cole Du Monde - Colours

But i'll do my 2 verses one more time playboy
Lah daddy
Ya know i'm saying
Cause it ain't nothing to ain't nothing
Ain't nothing to do it
Cole du monde
Smoking drugs niggas chilling on the low
On the low
She for the streets i ain't tripping bout a hoe
Bout a hoe
Had to cut them off
They showed me there true colors
Colors
You ain't fame or my dogs
Then fuck ya
Then fuck ya
Smoking drugs niggas chilling on the low
On the low
She for the streets i ain't tripping bout a hoe
Bout a hoe
Had to cut them off
They showed me there true colors
Colors
You ain't fame or my dogs
Then fuck ya
Then fuck ya
Ain't crazy when ya fam don't appreciate cha
Wrong move and i'll send ya to ya maker
Calm down stunting boy
That'll get cha hit
I know you know lah geezy he surgical with the stick
Never mix pleasure pussy
With cha busy
Niggas trippin
Have a three sixty view
Don't get caught slipping
Don't get caught slipping
Don't try to put me in yo situations
Especially when you be out chea
Really talking crazy
Wilding out
Imma man of my word
And thats the truth
Its the truth
Im from the dirty south
You know i rep the boot
Hardhead
Wrong one to play with
I'll send the call
Hardhead nigga
From the from the
The seven ward
Downtown
Smoking drugs niggas chilling on the low
On the low
She for the streets i ain't tripping bout a hoe
Bout a hoe
Had to cut them off
They showed me there true colors
Colors
You ain't fame or my dogs
Then fuck ya
Smoking drugs niggas chilling on the low
On the low
She for the streets i ain't tripping bout a hoe
Bout a hoe
Had to cut them off
They showed me there true colors
Colors
You ain't fame or my dogs
Then fuck ya
Then fuck ya
Own people hating to get some seperation
Bullets hit cha house up and fuck up decorations
When i'm out achieving
They don't say congratulations
But they'll be all on my dick when i make it
One on One
Bouta call a isolation
What cha do
Tell me yo occupation
I know my time is soon
I'm just waiting
Cause the game is mine for the taking
Smoking drugs niggas chilling on the low
On the low
She for the streets i ain't tripping bout a hoe
Bout a hoe
Had to cut them off
They showed me there true colors
Colors
you ain't fame or my dogs
Then fuck ya
Smoking drugs niggas chilling on the low
On the low
She for the streets i ain't tripping bout a hoe
Bout a hoe
Had to cut them off
They showed me there true colors
Colors
you ain't fame or my dogs
Then fuck ya

Written by:
Joshua Coleman

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