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three 6 mafia - rainbow colors (interlude) lyrics

(chorus)
i got them rainbow colors in my cup
jollyranchers man that sh-t be good as f-ck
that’s that syrup motherf-cker that’s that syrup (gettin blowed)
that’s that syrup motherf-cker that’s that syrup (i’m blowed)

(verse one: lil’ flip)
sippin on syrup cause i love to lean
i’m high as f-ck cause i’m puffin green
and i got more enfedimines then eckers and walgreens
i get high, as i park my, park my drop on the curb
i’m smokin on that blueberry yeah i gots that good herb
and when you come to h-town just hit me on the phone (h-llo)
and i’ma come and pick yall up and we gone smoke and zone (where yall at)
cause you know i got that good weed and i got that purple drank
its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint
i got money in the bank so i ball like that
got 20’s on my car, on my car like that
hit them all like that we ball like that
i’ll f-ck yo hoe and won’t call her back
that’s how we do it baby
i gotta keep it real
oops my bad i’m like bumby i gotta keep it trill
and i dont pop no pills
i drop, i drop my trunk
so you can see my neon light and hear them speakers bump (boom-boom)
they call me lil’ flip (lil’ flip) i’m leanin to the left
i’m like the yin-yang twin, sippin this sippin this syrup by myself

(verse two: dj paul)
i’m zoned up and seein double
plus everything that i seein is already double
so that’s like four of you motherf-ckers
i’m leanin like i’m standin in a muddle puddle
and berry, berry, got me wantin a hashbrown ounce this ounce this huddle
i let the seat back in my lac and take another sip
then screw the top off of my bottle take this blunt and dip
off in the syrup, my n-gga ask me help me, help me for
i said you really wanna get high then this here will serve
what them girls really know about that yellow tuss, tuss
or them rainbow colors all mixed in a cup
thatll make your d-ck hard when you ready to f-ck
i bet your momma told you b-tch you better not f-ck wit us
we some cool type n-ggas, all we do is smoke
and we sip on syrup, sittin on the front porch
till we get real dizzy fall down on the floor
and if i get myself dippin, dippin on somemore

- three 6 mafia lyrics

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