Letra de COLORS - Trippie Redd

(Feat. Kodak Black)

(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

Colors, colors, colors, colors

Colors, Rollie different colors

Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters

I can't fuck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya

Fuck your white tee, give that shit some color

Yeah, that pussy butter, she get it from her mother

She suck my knife, I cut her, she love it when I touch her

She my baby, LOL, okay

She like to go both ways, get high, geek up all day

We fried, stay up all late, they mad 'cause they not paid

Stack the chips up, Frito Lay, bad bitch, same color money

And I count different color money, man, I got me a bunch of money

You know I finger fuck the hundreds, you know I got them bitches comin'

Know that one-point-five is nothin', bought a castle, it came with a dungeon

We got bad hoes, different colors, we got foreign cars, different colors

Colors, colors, colors, colors

Colors, Rollie different colors

Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters

I can't fuck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya

Fuck your white tee, give that shit some color

Say, fleek pussy on that red bitch look like my Cutlass

I just made a move at Saks Fifth, I told 'em, "Run it"

Yellow bitch so nice, gettin' to that bread, call her mustard

King swipe, I keep that jwett, baby, I doubt you wanna be my runner

I had jumped on a jet with the whole block to get to Houston

With an old Glock 9 from a 2019 shoot

Might fuck around, doze off, so I need a driver when I move

I poured a whole Wock', I'm sippin' Tris and whoopty-woo

Whippin' that coleslaw that don't look purple, it's really blue

Knockin' these hoes off, you fallin' in love with tricks, so silly you

Colors, colors, colors, colors

Colors, Rollie different colors

Diamonds different colors, yeah, they came in clusters

I can't fuck with busters, my Glock shoot and bust ya

Fuck your white tee, give that shit some color

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