Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jelly Bean Colored Suits, artist - Andre Nickatina. Album song KHAN! The Me Generation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fillmoe Coleman
Song language: English
Jelly Bean Colored Suits |
I wear clothes that’ll circle the globe |
And write raps that make you powder your nose |
I’m like a baritone |
I take the Vegas trip man that’s my favorite |
I hit the strip like a sailor coming off a ship |
I’m in the back of the car like a mafia don blowing weed wearing Louis Vuitton. |
I’m like the diamond out of Africa |
In the Cheesecake Factory talking loud like a pastor be. |
I got wings that birds don’t have and I fly like the birds don’t fly |
In the midnight killin hour |
I give my life to the Holy Quran but it’s way behind the God of Khan in the sun |
of Milan. |
Step back as I roll the bomb. |
You might text but I wont respond |
It’s the blueberry |
Going 90 down Seminary bumping Askari X |
Because I’m so damn fresh yeah. |
I wear rings like the young slick Rick and if I pawn them I can buy a brick |
Feel me on that. |
I crack a smile like a cracked bottle I talk shit to all the |
pole dance strip models |
I smoke weed like I won’t get caught |
I drive my car like I’m sellin' a yacht |
I’m always ask baby what you got |
I’m always ask baby what you got |
I’m always askin' baby what you got |
Give it to me |
I shoot thru like a free throw |
I’m not hiding but people try to find me like Nemo |
I wear the Sean John. |
The new white one |
I’m from Frisco |
Balco, Barry Bonds |
Man let me roll the chronic |
Going up something like hydraulics |
I be shopping on Market |
Yo anything fly in my sight is my target. |
I like cars with the fresh leather I like them real tough |
So I gotta call up Floyd Mayweather |
I eat gummy bears buy shoes in double pairs. |
Wife beaters under my shirt is what I gotta wear. |
I chew now an laters and wear alligators be at the parties where you see all |
the ball players |
Fillmore days. |
Tahoe nights. |
Man I be rapping just raise up the coke price |
My closet looks like jelly beans from all the colorful suits that I got from |
the Phillipines |
I keep my nails clean |
A little visene |
I’m at the Mezzanine rude boy yaah mean? |
I take it back like Crown Royal |
Or for the stop homie |
Turned it into a chemist when the pot foil |
She like baby oil and a sweet sense |
I like something automatic on the flight trip |
And when it’s automatic man you can see the cabbage |
You can see it in my face |
Man I’m extra manage |
More new cars more fresh clothes |
My pinky ring is the code for Depeche Mode |
I like to laugh like the hyena |
Cause every time I think I’m gonna lose I’m a straight cheater |
I wear wife beaters at your pool parties |
But i ain’t getting my hair wet for nobody |
I take off like a redeye |
And I could shoot to la in at least about 45 |
Til the sunrise then we cut pies |
And the girls only talk to the trick guys |
I hit my lawyer with a quick bundle |
Just to let her know sometimes a guard might be in trouble |
I roll blunts in the backseat |
And then I sit on Van Ness and i watch the whole track meet |