taleban dooda – tru colors lyrics
(hook)
never know who real, ’til you see their true colors
this a party only meant for my brothers
run up i’ma blow, won’t fold under pressure
heart too cold, so i always keep me a sweater
walked through a storm, i ain’t had no umbrella
switch the b+tch sh+t, i can get a beretta
sh+t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
(verse 1)
give respect, but who got time for a lecture
don’t f+ck with too many i stay in my section
this just a warning i keep me a weapon
don’t use it for fun, it’s just for my protection
they tried to take me out see my vocals is a blessing
push the wrong b+ttons, i’ll teach you a lesson
keep trying your luck, this sh+t can get heavy
these n+ggas be b+tches, this sh+t is pathetic
don’t really do disses, but i can get reckless
[?]
riding foreign soon, i’ma have to push to start
they think music just a song, man this sh+t is a art
you can survive in the streets, you just gotta be smart
that’s why i’m walking around with this hip desert eagle
tryna make a way for me and all my people
blessed with a gift but i’m fighting this evil
blessed with a gift but i’m fighting this evil
(hook)
but you never know who real, ’til you see their true colors
this a party only meant for my brothers
run up i’ma blow, won’t fold under pressure
heart too cold, so i always keep me a sweater
walked through a storm, i ain’t need no umbrella
switch the b+tch sh+t, i can get a beretta
sh+t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
(verse 2)
yeah, sh+t can get wicked put you on a stretcher
walk up steady in the club, now the party started
a n+gga test me in this b+tch i might just catch a body
really came to party i don’t really need the violence
[?]
i just took a n+gga b+tch and now he wanna plot
say it’s smoke you a goofy boy you better stop
you know already 17 when i’m holding the glock
and you know 12 f+ck with 12, they always calling the cops
i’m ’bout my cheese, ’bout my green
i’m always beefing the opps
and when a body drop that’s when the beefing just stops
flashing their guns on the gram, they just use it for props
won’t treat it like no game, b+tch we knocking ’em off
and if we see ’em in the party b+tch we popping it off
i ain’t stopping tryna pin his f+cking head on the wall
i ain’t stopping tryna pin his f+cking head on the wall
(hook)
but you never know who real, ’til you see their true colors
this a party only meant for my brothers
run up i’ma blow, won’t fold under pressure
heart too cold, so i always keep me a sweater
walked through a storm, i ain’t need no umbrella
switch the b+tch sh+t, i can get a beretta
sh+t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher
(sh+t can get wicked, put you on a stretcher)
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