a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

true colors - hell rell lyrics

[intro]
yeah, we know your true colors (we know)
mister ruger (woo)
we know you’re getting extorted, n*gga (we know)
we know you wear a motherf*cking bra in ya tank top, you b*tch
we know your true colors you can’t hide no motherf*cking longer, n*gga (f*ggot)
we see them sh*ts (haha)

[verse 1]
i went to war with some gangstas, shot it out with the snitches (blaw)
fly n*gga, ducking my head and ducking more than these b*tches
don’t confuse me as i’m soft, cause my gun got a cold and
n*ggas gon’ die as soon as that b*tch cough
woke up feeling loony like, d*mn i miss b00by
[?] and [?], i know you too, [?] (i know, n*gga)
if you want these bullets you can get ’em however you want it
down in new orleans they’re selling aks for two hundred
see why they call it chopper city? and my n*ggas riding with me
and plus we’re riding tipsy, can’t run from them feds (feds)
you guys can come and get me, but, i’mma put a zipper on my lip (lip)
and get prepared to sit
yeah, n*gga, it’s the dips (dipset), so don’t get it confused (nah)
or you gon’ make me mad (mad) and you gon’ make the news (chill on that)
and i’mma make my flight (flight) or chip off on a cruise
to an island where these b*tches is nude and serving food, ruger!

[talking]
yeah, top gunnas, dipset
we know these n*ggas’ true colors, man
f*ck, they think we’re stupid? we see these n*ggas
soo woo to the f*cking big gang, g gang, big b’s
i kicked my b*tch out the bed for a bankroll, you know what it is, n*gga
haha, yeah, yeah, dipset, uh

[verse 2]
yeah you’d better hold the club so we gon’ leave out with your wife (uh huh)
i’m living good, don’t wanna change a thing about my life (not one)
like malcolm x when he was detroit red (by any means)
muhammad ali when he was cassius, my n*gga
i’m the baddest (baddest), the meanest, the toughest (toughest), the flyest and the highest (yup)
no price tag on us, nope, you can’t buy us
i own a few drug spots (spots), so many diamonds if they melt
the city gon’ have to go on a flood watch (woo)
hop out when the truck stops (stops), like “what’s good?” (good)
don’t gotta tuck my sh*t in (nope), i’m good in every hood (i’m good)
so send your family at me (send ’em), i’ll k!ll a few brothers (bye bye)
money green, n*gga, you know my true colors (you know)
me and cash we’re like the blues brothers, but we play for the red team (big b’s)
i sell drugs like i don’t know what the feds mean (yeah)
we need a translator to translate this money talk (what)
show ’em how this money walk (what), pull off in a buggy porsche (woo), ruger!

[outro]
yeah, y’all n*ggas know what it is, bx!
weeks block, top gunnas, dipset
uhh, signing off, mister motherf*cking ruger, head man in charge, b*tch
haha, yeah, yeah, ruger!

- hell rell lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular