| What movie you watchin'?
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| Um, on Netflix
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| What your ass talkin' all slow for?
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| I’m tired
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| I miss you. |
| You don’t miss me back?
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| I miss you too
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| I’m tryin'… I’m tryna get my dick sucked… by you
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| Why did you hang up on me?
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| What do you want?
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| Like… why, why I can’t even be straightforward? |
| Like… like if I just wanna
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| fuck I don’t need to do all that cuddlin' shit
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, Boat, Bans, Boat, Bans, Bans, yeah (yeah)
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| Boat, Bans, Boat, Bans
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| Ayy, diamonds dancin', all the light hit different colors
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| Ayy, I just want a bust-down, I don’t wanna cuddle
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| Yeah, count a hundred thousand and I bet they love you (bitch)
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| Ayy, all in her jaws like some Lays, Ruffles
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| Ayy, .223s, Glocks, we don’t do no scuffles
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| They don’t like how I rap, they say I be muffled
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| Tell the bitch bring her friend, she was the missin' puzzle piece
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| Yeah, ayy, yeah
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| Chain swang, gang, gang, woo, yeah
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| One on one, the game, it’s the same thing, huh
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| Ayy, yeah, skrrt off in that Range, huh
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| Ayy, young ass nigga just doin' my thing
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| Ayy, and her pussy pink just like Molly, huh
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| Ridin' with the glizzy and it got mileage (mileage, huh)
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| And my young niggas catchin' bodies (bodies)
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| I just do the rap shit for a hobby
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| Got these bitches booted off the Molly, doll
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| Next week it’s Adderall, I can’t walk around in malls
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| Put that X up in her hand, she lookin' like a call girl
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| I’m in L.A., you in L.A., I’m Kobe, you Chris Paul
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| It’s a different, I’m gon' fuck her best friend
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| I ain’t got no piercings, my new bitch named Kiersten
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| Chop with a dick, that shit sing like Charlie Wilson
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| Yeah, all my niggas gon' get it, huh
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| Baby don’t talk, just listen
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| Diamonds dancin', all the light hit different colors
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| Ayy, I just want a bust-down, I don’t wanna cuddle
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| Yeah, count a hundred thousand and I bet they love you, ayy
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| Yeah, count a hundred thousand and I bet they love you
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| 200 on my neck (damn), I rep the diamond set
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| Glacier Boyz, new Piguets, fuckin' up the rest
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| Yeah, ayy, yeah, huh
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| Ayy, yeah, ran off with your chick
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| Huh, all the trap niggas gettin' blitzed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Different Colors , by - Yung Bans. Song from the album Yung Bans, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп