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true colors - champagne aramis lyrics

[verse 1]
been doing this since hop out the bed turning my swag on
only young n*gga in the neighborhood with his dad home
siblings don’t feel like headaches mines feel more like backbones
they call me on my flip cause it ain’t no trap phone
shoot dough to my people cause if i got it you got
been a long time since we done done some stealing and robbin’
rather keep them bills in my pocket and let em stack up like the rent due
love when my n*ggas say you got that sh*t when i been knew
had to cut a few n*ggas off a certified gensu
devil told me to watch my back them n*ggas will pinch you
not being fed with silver utensils wasn’t no issue
we ain’t trippin’
ebe got a dining table to get to

[chorus]
gold on my neck dipped in ice and margarin b*tter
everybody eats don’t sit down if you ain’t my brother
need you to bring that fake love from under them covers
pass the lobster mash, a napkin and yo true colors
[verse 2]
gotta be different do different
millionaire plans in the booth trippin’
cook up so much i need two kitchens
love me or hate don’t decide when you wanna mix it
driving me crazy staying real just gimme that ticket
yo’ true colors sticking out my n*gga you looking see through
yo’ sh*t so bright d*mn i wonder who can see you
float on top of amr beats like i do these seadoos
telling all them outside stories when we don’t see dude
i rather you just be you
and tell me that real
lose yo’ friends and yo down b*tch and tell me that feel
lose yo’ family to these streets and then tell me that feel
hear n*ggas raps but n*ggas really not ill, they ain’t got covid
i noticed you forgot to pay me back you to losing focus
ain’t trippen cause apart of my plan is to keep my motion
gotta put in to sip on this real n*gga potion
the room get bright when they true colors get to showing love

[chorus]
gold on my neck dipped in ice and margarin b*tter (zero below)
everybody eats don’t sit down if you ain’t my brother (don’t sit down)
need you to bring that fake love from under them covers
pass the lobster mash, a napkin and yo true colors
[chorus]
gold on my neck dipped in ice and margarin b*tter
everybody eats don’t sit down if you ain’t my brother
need you to bring that fake love from under them covers
pass the lobster mash, a napkin and yo true colors

- champagne aramis lyrics

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