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letra de rose colored - pineappleciti

[chorus]
i’ma k!ll sh-t the whole summer
your new b-tch got my old number
broke n-ggas wanna hold something
broke n-ggas never own nun’
gold diggers smell them hoes coming
repping jersey like i’m joe budden
police never told nothing
smoking dope up while i roll up

[verse 1]
camouflage, i do no stunting
sabotage ‘cause the hoes wanna
living lavish, life is rose colored
look how i’m living now
look how i came up
look they said that the money would change us
look we hated cause n-ggas just ain’t us
we all live and dangerous
my shooters hang out of the range trucks
so much money i might need a brink truck
count up more while you n-ggas take pay cuts
count up more while you n-ggas just scr-pe up
get your weight up
f-ck you n-ggas thought, i gave up?
f-ck you n-ggas thought, i gave f-cks?
bobby shmurda with the bars
like a n-gga caught a charge
old b-tches hit my phone now
cause they see me really ‘bout to get into it
see me balling on the court now
so they really tryna be the movement
i been a beast since like seven eleven
i bought the heaven that i’d be a legend
they was in sheets, yeah they slept in, no resting
for me to od, like was checking checklists

[pre-chorus]
now i’ma k!ll sh-t the whole summer
new b-tch got my old number
broke n-ggas wanna hold something
broke n-ggas never own nun’
gold diggers smell them hoes coming
repping jersey like i’m joe budden
police never told nothing
hold up, hold up, hold up

[verse 2]
rolling up another, p-ss it to my brother
swear we never sober, we be drinkin’, totin’
he said you wavy, just lately you on sh-t
like you got the juice, you got the potion
y’all n-ggas need me like my path was chosen
celebrate this sh-t now every time we toastin’
i receive the vision like i’m randy, open for the p-ss
see that’s why these n-ggas mad

[pre-chorus]
i’ma k!ll sh-t the whole summer
new b-tch got my old number
broke n-ggas wanna hold something
broke n-ggas never own nun’
gold diggers smell them hoes coming
repping jersey like i’m joe budden
police never told nothing
hold up, hold up, hold up

[bridge]
if fresh don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you (yeah yeah)
if fresh don’t trust you, think i’m future (yeah yeah)
the forty don’t trust you, i’m gon shoot you (bang bang, yeah)

[verse 3]
p-ss the weed, pour my left hand side
all you f-ckers get your hands high
never answer off the landline
sitting on a f-cking landmine
old girl want to spend time
ho you ain’t never spent time
lord knows i got to get mine
n-ggas owe me like it’s rent time
n-ggas owe me like it’s rent time

[bridge]
yeah, living rose colored
if fresh don’t trust you, i’m gon’ shoot you (yeah yeah)
if fresh don’t trust you, think i’m future (yeah yeah)

- pineappleciti

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