Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kolors, artist - Monte Booker. Album song Soulection White Label - Monte Booker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.06.2016
Record label: Soulection
Song language: English
Kolors |
| Oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Oh, oh |
| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me |
| Curly yellow dancin' 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 ProTools, can’t never trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em |
| Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all |
| When I think about it, I just want a coupe |
| With a lil' boo, with the same coupe as me, different color |
| I been gettin' out here |
| But really the more known I get |
| I just been peepin these niggas' colors |
| Since I left the Lou' |
| Life ain’t all black and white |
| Beautiful, peepin' the different colors |
| I could never choose |
| I like my booches in bunches |
| My babies all different colors |
| So what do you say? |
| (Ayy) |
| 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 sippin; |
| on sins |
| Whole lot on my plate (Heh) |
| Them yams goin' down soon as I get a chance |
| Been busy, this music shit tyin' up my hands |
| But it’s on when I get ho-ome, yeah, yeah |
| When I get home, yeah, yeah |
| When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome |
| When I get ho-o-o-o-ome |
| When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me |
| Curly yellow dancin' on me |
| Said she smell the green on me (Ooh) |
| 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» (She said) |
| «So cold and so cruel, so many colors» (What she say) |
| Play hoes like ProTools, can’t never trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em |
| Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all |
| When I get home, yeah, yeah |
| When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome |
| When I get ho-o-o-o-ome |
| When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome |
| When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome |
| When I get ho-o-o-o-ome |