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letra de color coded - james rey

[intro]
my b-tch bad sh-t, i can tell just by her accent
i want to make a-half-a-million off of rapping
i know 30 n-ggas ’round me got them backends
but, i came in with the eleven call it mac-in’

[hook]
hard you toting, lil-n-gga what poking?
yeah, he got the blow-in, and bro-bro bout to go in
no, no, i don’t know him, that n-gga don’t even go here
12 just pulled up, down on the block it’s color-coded
oh sh-t, he loaded, what the f-ck he bought poles in
now he blowing that n-gga can’t even hold it
we in the party and you know we got them hoes here
i can’t even feel the wealth, this sh-t keeps growing

[verse 1]
i can’t take thеse pictures, me and my b-tch in intеrmission
my ex-b-tch just hit me what the f-ck she asked for a 50
my girl said don’t text back, you know a n-gga wouldn’t
if i want her i get her back, you know i’m never losing
i can never-ever lack, these n-ggas always looking
crazy b-tches hit my phone, they always look cookie
i can’t never-ever fold, not even for no cookie
b-tch think sh-t way too easy, can’t jugg me over no tookie
give it up, give your best shot, f-cking 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 n-gga you the told the cops
snitch n-gga you owe the ops
time in, time out, and sh-t 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 n-gga got a tan
ten times out of ten we know that n-gga a fan
[hook]
hard you toting, lil-n-gga what poking?
yeah, he got the blow-in, and bro-bro bout to go in
no, no, i don’t know him, that n-gga don’t even go here
12 just pulled up, down on the block it’s color-coded
oh sh-t, he loaded, what the f-ck he bought poles in
now he blowing that n-gga can’t even hold it
we in the party and you know we got them hoes here
i can’t even feel the wealth, this sh-t keeps growing

[verse 2]
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 n-ggas go-go, my n-gga for sho though
spazzin’ n-gga like i’m loco, your b-tch off coco, n-gga and you don’t even know though
ice on me and that’s frozone, lil n-gga like cold stones. lil n-gga he too cold
bad b-tch in the hills, i coped a deal like where the blue go?

- james rey

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