| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me
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| Curly yellow dancin' on me
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| Said she smell the green on me
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| And she straight from California
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| Freaky as she wanna be
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| Told me she like boys and girls
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| Oh well, that’s okay with me
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| And she said
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| «My old boo left me blue, I really loved her
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| So cold and so cruel, so many colors»
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| Play hoes like ProTools, can’t never trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em
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| Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all
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| When I think about it, I just want a coupe
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| With a lil' boo, with the same coupe as me, different color
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| I been gettin' out here
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| But really the more known I get
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| I just been peepin these niggas' colors
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| Since I left the Lou'
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| Life ain’t all black and white
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| Beautiful, peepin' the different colors
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| I could never choose
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| I like my booches in bunches
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| My babies all different colors
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| So what do you say? |
| (Ayy)
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| Why don’t we dip to the crib or some shit?
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| My gang got it crackin' like lips in the wind
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| I been burnin' my burdens and sippin; |
| on sins
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| Whole lot on my plate (Heh)
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| Them yams goin' down soon as I get a chance
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| Been busy, this music shit tyin' up my hands
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| But it’s on when I get ho-ome, yeah, yeah
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| When I get home, yeah, yeah
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| When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome
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| When I get ho-o-o-o-ome
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| When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Purple tree, plus I got this brown in me
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| Curly yellow dancin' on me
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| Said she smell the green on me (Ooh)
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| And she straight from California
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| Freaky as she wanna be
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| Told me she like boys and girls
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| Oh well, that’s okay with me
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| And she said
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| «My old boo left me blue, I really loved her» (She said)
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| «So cold and so cruel, so many colors» (What she say)
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| Play hoes like ProTools, can’t never trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em, trust 'em
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| Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em all
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| When I get home, yeah, yeah
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| When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome
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| When I get ho-o-o-o-ome
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| When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome
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| When I get ho-o-o-o-o-ome
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| When I get ho-o-o-o-ome |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kolors , by - Monte Booker. Song from the album Soulection White Label - Monte Booker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп