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letra de colors - chii bangaa

[hook: chii bangaa]
had to get to the bag, i ain’t lyke how i was living
gotta take right path n it don’t matter if it’s different
how they move it be sad, cause when you die they say they miss you
where from i’m you can’t lack, cause everybody they be dissing
you see they true colors
you see they true colors
boy that’s word to my mother
i’m tryn do good with my brothers

[verse 1: chii bangaa]
gotta watch my back cause these n-ggas moving devious
i was hard headed, i ain’t ever was obedient
if you violate just know my n-ggas act immediate
they was never posted, they be talking for the media
got it straight up out the mud thought i was stuck up in my ways
shawty used to dub me, now she love me cause i’m paid
i be rocking doley cause these n-ggas moving flaze
i wann be at the top, never was the type to hate
i said, i’m on parole but call my n-ggas n they tweaking
tell my bro to be safe cause n-ggas hating for no reason
if you gon disrespect, we put in pain until we even
know we post onna field n all my n-ggas playing defense
get to the bag
n if you run up you get done up
they used to laugh
but now my n-ggas onna come up
i be telling em facts
instead of fists they put the guns up
so now i cannot lack
the way they talk it just don’t sum up (x2)

[hook: chii bangaa]
had to get to the bag, i ain’t lyke how i was living
gotta take right path n it don’t matter if it’s different
how they move it be sad, cause when you die they say they miss you
where i’m from you can’t lack, cause everybody they be dissing
n you see they true colors
you see they true colors
boy that’s word to my mother
i’m tryn do good with my brothers

[verse 2: na herbo]
blue & red no matter what niqqa you my brother
got niqqas playing both sides, niqqa you better off playing inside
in the streets it’s crazy it ain’t safe the kids can’t play outside
only shootouts, n it’s some k!llas n got all these homicides
i get to the bag n then run it up
beat the pack up with a uppercut
been through rough ride tough tymes
i had to buckle up
gotta ride wit it, on ya waste
squeeze that bytch don’t hesitate
niqqa i know you want make it home
know you won’t make it home safe
that’s all a street niqqa is tryna do is make it back
spending all this money cause i know ima get it back
never going broke no nba i ain’t ever going back
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[hook: chii bangaa]
had to get to the bag, i ain’t lyke how i was living
gotta take right path n it don’t matter if it’s different
how they move it be sad, cause when you die they say they miss you
where i’m from you can’t lack, cause everybody they be dissing
you see they true colors
you see they true colors
boy that’s word to my mother
i’m tryn do good with my brothers

- chii bangaa

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