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letra de untrustworthy hoes named richard - my favorite color

[verse 1: fat corey]
okay
she always fiending need more
playa pool palace leaning on a wh0r-
i been up early, dealin’ all mornin’
diamond lifestyle chasin’ the allure (the allure)
i sip corona not coors
baby wanna f-ck, tell me where we goin’
tell me what you on, tell me your story
we can smoke weed and drink a lil’ 40 (lil’ 40)
got three plugs in california they could go and find anything for me
swtich my ip address every five minutes you can never find corey (no)
lil new b-tch out in austin, texas i don’t really see her that often (that often)
but when i do fam best believe i put the p-ssy in a coffin (a coffin)
i’m comin’ up and i’m bossin’ (i’m bossin’)
young wavy baby i’m flossin’ (i’m flossin’)
swear i’ve been winnin’ so much i can’t even really focus on losses (no)
aye i can’t love no girl i f-ck with my hoes but always keep options
know i gotta keep saucin’
know i got nauti all in my closet (wavy)
i’m drippin’ on her like a faucet (dripping)
i’m drippin’ on her like i spilled my drink ’cause i had the cap but i lost it
i’m really drippin’ like that (young wavy)
i’ve been on some wavy sh-t for so long i think i’m startin’ to feel nautious (uhhh)
i pull a burner on a b-tch tryna set me up on i’m some james bond sh-t (young wavy)

[chorus: my favorite color]
can’t trust ya, b-tch, i can’t trust ya
can’t trust ya, b-tch, i can’t trust ya
can’t trust ya, b-tch, i can’t trust ya
can’t trust ya, b-tch, i can’t trust ya
can’t trust ya, b-tch, i can’t trust ya
can’t trust ya, b-tch, i can’t trust ya
can’t trust ya, b-tch, i can’t trust ya
can’t trust ya, b-tch, i can’t trust ya

[verse 2: my favorite color]
i tell a b-tch it ain’t a party ‘less there’s some moscato
forgot where this b-tch go it’s either pitt or carlow
told me that her first time was in my monte carlo
i can’t trust her she be snakin’ she’s orochimaru
i had a dream i woke up to three thick b-tches
then a n-gga woke up to three thick b-tches
what can i say i know the ropes like i’m x-pac
dx on and it cost too much
i told her go and flower me like i’m sinatra
big b-tch singin’ for me like the opera
fake deep b-tch talkin’ bout some chakras
grantin’ wishes for a n-gga like she wanda
wait
stay with the white like she dan
girlie so wild she got them xans in the van
talkin’ to me like a fan
i got the juice she wanna give me a chance
i need that head in advance
but don’t get ghosted ’cause i got some other plans
talkin’ bout this and that, that and this
what don’t you hoes understand?

[verse 3: my favorite color]
so i gotta new thing hit me from the valley
smells like flowers and she only eats salad
trying not to fall ’cause this life needs balance
but it gets hard when she looks so lavish
since about eight i had crushes on the baddest
you thought they had cooties, i thought they had talent
used to play kickball in the freshest filas
out in california with the precious señoritas
recess was like vacation, i was like tj
cousin picked me up in the scr-per to bluejay
at night time his whole block turned d-day
momma used to hate it when i call her like, let me stay
andele, praying i don’t grow up in the fast lane
but that sh-t was complicated when you had my last name
cold play, telling ghost stories ’bout a girl’s name
jay calls her beyonce, kendrick calls her sherane
a muse worth lovin’, a muse worth l-stin’
but most of all, really, a muse worth somethin’
lookin’ at her like she fiction but she real as feelings
talkin’ to her like it’s sweet, i might need a fillin’
so um
i frolic with her through truth
probably sippin’ jesus juice watchin’ two nukes shoot through all sp-ces
you can see visions in all faces
told her that i trust her but what i tried to say is

- my favorite color

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