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james rey – color coded lyrics

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[intro]
my b+tch bad sh+t, i can tell just by her accent
i want to make a+half+a+million off of rapping
i know 30 n+ggas ’round me got them backends
but, i came in with the eleven call it mac+in’

[hook]
hard you toting, lil+n+gga what poking?
yeah, he got the blow+in, and bro+bro bout to go in
no, no, i don’t know him, that n+gga don’t even go here
12 just pulled up, down on the block it’s color+coded
oh sh+t, he loaded, what the f+ck he bought poles in
now he blowing that n+gga can’t even hold it
we in the party and you know we got them hoes here
i can’t even feel the wealth, this sh+t keeps growing

[verse 1]
i can’t take thеse pictures, me and my b+tch in intеrmission
my ex+b+tch just hit me what the f+ck she asked for a 50
my girl said don’t text back, you know a n+gga wouldn’t
if i want her i get her back, you know i’m never losing
i can never+ever lack, these n+ggas always looking
crazy b+tches hit my phone, they always look cookie
i can’t never+ever fold, not even for no cookie
b+tch think sh+t way too easy, can’t jugg me over no tookie
give it up, give your best shot, f+cking shorty make her leg lock
all he wanted was g+ shock, all he wanted was a real shot
3 pops and that’s a dead shot, backed up and the block hot
lame n+gga you the told the cops
snitch n+gga you owe the ops
time in, time out, and sh+t i’ll do it again
i know your shorty loves me, but i think i love her friends
bleed the block got him burned up, that n+gga got a tan
ten times out of ten we know that n+gga a fan
[hook]
hard you toting, lil+n+gga what poking?
yeah, he got the blow+in, and bro+bro bout to go in
no, no, i don’t know him, that n+gga don’t even go here
12 just pulled up, down on the block it’s color+coded
oh sh+t, he loaded, what the f+ck he bought poles in
now he blowing that n+gga can’t even hold it
we in the party and you know we got them hoes here
i can’t even feel the wealth, this sh+t keeps growing

[verse 2]
shorty, i can hardly keep up with your lies
sorry, all these hoes they know that, that your mine
i’m sorry, sorry that i think i got too high
probably never pay attention why should i even try?
walking up and down soho, my n+ggas go+go, my n+gga for sho though
spazzin’ n+gga like i’m loco, your b+tch off coco, n+gga and you don’t even know though
ice on me and that’s frozone, lil n+gga like cold stones. lil n+gga he too cold
bad b+tch in the hills, i coped a deal like where the blue go?

[hook]
hard you toting, lil+n+gga what poking?
yeah, he got the blow+in, and bro+bro bout to go in
no, no, i don’t know him, that n+gga don’t even go here
12 just pulled up, down on the block it’s color+coded
oh sh+t, he loaded, what the f+ck he bought poles in
now he blowing that n+gga can’t even hold it
we in the party and you know we got them hoes here
i can’t even feel the wealth, this sh+t keeps growing



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