- Wale BLUE YELLOW GREEN PINK WHITE 歌詞
- Wale
- Look, haha
Yeah
Blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muh****er, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four at the same time
Grippin' on the back road, I been gettin' distant
I be gettin' hot, cold, still be gettin' *******
Look at my ambition, through all my transgression
Tomato or tomato, man, I'm still playin' (Turn it up)
Yeah, catchin' a story, not a special
Used to pop a yellow bus and I was on the metro
Flexin', if you know, you know, you know the reference
When you get to floatin' you don't know what is impressive
My homies still struggle, my other homie lovin'
And one of them a product of a mother who a junkie
The other one makin' seven figures, doin' nothin
He gon' pull up on me, say "Turn it up"
Look, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muh****er, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four at the same time
I be sayin' anything, don't be thinkin' twice
I prolly traumatize every woman in my life
I used to fantasize on some women that I met
But I don't stick around when they easy to forget
The people so stressed, I'm geekin' off two
My skin is all black, I think I need a blue
My ******* won't see me like she see me on tour
I said, "It's OnlyFans," that's where she even the score
Oh, man, **** it
We both know she bad, we both know I ain't cuffin'
Ah, oh, **** it
We both got it bad, we both addicted to somethin'
Some ******* about clout, some ******* about money
Some *****s get high where shit ain't about nothin'
Slip in the '54, I'm kickin' it, my summer
And here come a pandemic, I'm jokin', I'm back, junkie
Numb and I feel nothin', livin' in my bubble
Quarantinin' with demons, I'm livin' with my struggle
*****s is dyin' on me, the President lyin' to me
I got me a five on me, I'ma turn it up
Yeah, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
Never judge someone of a muh****in' vice
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four, then go online
A little Badu, a little bit of Jill
I told her it was sage, it was ganja, for real
The pharmacy was raided, they ain't got it for real
The block jumpin' for real, man, my lil' *****s (Turn it up)
Boy, blue, yellow, green, pink, white
I ain't 'bout to judge, muh****er, live life
I done got hot, cold, like a million times
I could prolly pop four
Never mind, I'm out
Ah, ah, mmm, ah, ah
It's everyday life in America, man, I just keep it honest
(Turn it up) Fade me out
Ah, fade me
Oh, this not the motha****in' percolator?
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