Technicolor

[Hook]
Color tv on my wrist
If you got three, I got six
Better than me don’t exist
Bitch, it’s better if you don’t say shit
Boy, I could make a milli
All I need is a kitchen
Mike tyson, got a fridge full of pigeons
I lied to they face

[Verse 1]
Noma with the baking soda
Damn, bet she won’t say no, Jose Canseco
I got the juice, I got the juice
Lil kraut nigga, but I got a jewess
And I’ve been so foolish, boof looking bluish
Assume that you knew this, boy you already knew this
So I bet you can’t do it
I bet she get ruined, cause that what she want
She said 'please beat it up', boy I been in the trench
Boy I been in the trench, don’t believe in the sun
Accord on my wrist, Honda Accord on my wrist
'03 it’s a 4-door, damn turn the A/C off
Turn the A/C off, god damn it’s a cold world

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[Verse 2]
Violet violence damn
Listen to her bark
Pull up and I let it ring
'Hello?' I got a phone in the car
Bitch said I’m going too far, nah
Yo whip cost no more than her bra
And she done already took it off
She done already took it off
Horns scraping the sky
God dammit I’m fly
I’m high, I musta took off
Bezel lookin sick, got em pissed
Man there's levels to this shit
And I'm the final boss
I don't know how much it cost
But look at her face when she hear the exhaust
It's worth it to purchase
Cause I closed the curtains
And she got to twerking oh god

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