Monte Booker

Kolors
Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me Curly yellow dancing on me Said she smell the green on me And she straight from California Freaky as she wanna be Told me she like boys and girls Oh well, that's okay with me And she said "My old boo left me blue. I really loved her So cold and so cruel, so many colors." Play hoes like pro tools, can't never trust 'em Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em fuck 'em," When I think about it, I just want a coupe With a lil boo With the same coupe as me Different kolors I been gettin out here But really the more known I get I just been peepin these nigga's colors Since I left the Lou Life ain't no black and white Beautiful peepin the different kolors I can never choose I like my booches in bunches SongtexteMy babies all different kolors So what do you say? (Ay) Why don't we dip to the crib or some shit? My gang got it crackin like lips in the wind I been burnin' my burdens and sipping on sins Whole lot on my plate (heh) Them yams goin down soon as I get a chance Been busy, this music shit tying up my hands But it's on when I get home (When I get home [x6, vocalising]) Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me Curly, yellow, dancing on me Said she smell the green on me And she straight from California Freaky as she wanna be Tell me she likes boys and girls Oh well, that's okay with me And she said "My old boo left me blue. I really loved her So cold and so cruel, so many colors." Play hoes like pro tools, can't never trust 'em Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em fuck 'em," Aus Songtexte Mania