Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BYGPW (Colors), artist - Wale. Date of issue: 17.06.2020
Song language: English
BYGPW (Colors) |
| Look, haha |
| Yeah |
| Blue, yellow, green, pink, white |
| I ain’t 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life |
| I done got hot, cold, like a million times |
| I could prolly pop four at the same time |
| Grippin' on the back road, I been gettin' distant |
| I be gettin' hot, cold, still be gettin' bitches |
| Look at my ambition, through all my transgression |
| Tomato or tomato, man, I’m still playin' (Turn it up) |
| Yeah, catchin' a story, not a special |
| Used to pop a yellow bus and I was on the metro |
| Flexin', if you know, you know, you know the reference |
| When you get to floatin' you don’t know what is impressive |
| My homies still struggle, my other homie lovin' |
| And one of them a product of a mother who a junkie |
| The other one makin' seven figures, doin' nothin |
| He gon' pull up on me, say «Turn it up» |
| Look, blue, yellow, green, pink, white |
| I ain’t 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life |
| I done got hot, cold, like a million times |
| I could prolly pop four at the same time |
| I be sayin' anything, don’t be thinkin' twice |
| I prolly traumatize every woman in my life |
| I used to fantasize on some women that I met |
| But I don’t stick around when they easy to forget |
| The people so stressed, I’m geekin' off two |
| My skin is all black, I think I need a blue |
| My bitches won’t see me 'less she see me on tour |
| I said, «It's OnlyFans,» that’s where she even the score |
| Oh, man, fuck it |
| We both know she bad, we both know I ain’t cuffin' |
| Ah, oh, fuck it |
| We both got it bad, we both addicted to somethin' |
| Some bitches about clout, some bitches about money |
| Some niggas get hot where shit ain’t about nothin' |
| Slip in the '54, I’m kickin' it by summer |
| Then here come a pandemic, I’m jokin', I’m back, junkie |
| Numb and I feel nothin', livin' in my bubble |
| Quarantinin' with demons, I’m livin' with my struggle |
| Niggas is dyin' on me, the President lyin' to me |
| I got me a five on me, I’ma turn it up |
| Yeah, blue, yellow, green, pink, white |
| Never judge someone of a muhfuckin' vice |
| I done got hot, cold, like a million times |
| I could prolly pop four, then go online |
| A little Badu, a little bit of Jill |
| I told her it was sage, it was ganja, for real |
| The pharmacy was raided, they ain’t got it for real |
| The block jumpin' for real, man, my lil' niggas (Turn it up) |
| Boy, blue, yellow, green, pink, white |
| I ain’t 'bout to judge, muhfucker, live life |
| I done got hot, cold, like a million times |
| I could prolly pop four |
| Never mind, I’m out |
| Ah, ah, mmm, ah, ah |
| It’s everyday life in America, man, I just keep it honest |
| (Turn it up) Fade me out |
| Ah, fade me |
| Oh, this not the mothafuckin' percolator? |