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red vans - the colleagues lyrics

[hook]
i wanna f-ck on a bad b-tch, bring in another one with you, yeah
you wanna jump in a fast whip, i’ma go back to back with you, yeah
you wanna get on some cash sh-t, i’ma go get a pack with you, yeah
i got the dope in the stash b-tch, hoppin’ it up with my n-ggas, yeah
i wanna f-ck on a bad b-tch, bring in another one with you, yeah
you wanna jump in a fast whip, i’ma go back to back with you, yeah
you wanna get on some cash sh-t, i’ma go get a pack with you, yeah
i got the dope in the stash b-tch, hoppin’ it up with my n-ggas, yeah

[verse 1]
f-ckin’ with this rich b-tch, i might l!ck her ‘fore i lay her, yeah
i start, i slide with this stick just like a hockey player, yeah
water on my necklace, frosty, freezer, ‘fridgerator, yeah
dope boy in the benzi, with them vans on like a skater, yeah
i start sellin’ rocsi in seattle, choppin’ paper, yeah
courtside next to magic, i should go sign with the lakers, yeah
used to flip when bobby pulled up in the navigtor, yeah
shout to cca, but i’m a eastside gary, neighbor yeah
traphouse was my b-tch house, right on 19th and virginia, yeah
if i fall off with this rap sh-t, b-tch, i’m right back in it, yeah
we be at my dope spot, sellin’ dope at discount liquors, yeah
kicked him out the clique cause he was snitchin, takin’ pictures, yeah
n-gga snitchin, takin’ pictures
i used to have him at my crib, found out he was a witness
i told that p-ssy n-gga lemon, he ain’t with the business
hoe, i’m the og, mc-g, the realest n-gga livin’, yeah

[verse 2]
i just caught a first cl-ss flight to china, b-tch you local, yeah
2 am, picked up your b-tch and hit that bossanova, yeah
west coast, i know who the suckers is, and who the soldiers, yeah
they was shaking booty, i was shaking up that coca, yeah
got my n-gga deuce, my n-gga worth and they be ‘whoopin, yeah
shout out tiny sodi in the ‘pen and keep it movin’, yeah
b-tch, i know some lames, i know some grapes, i know some hoovers, yeah
ride down [?] with the top off [?], yeah
when i’m in the bay, you know it’s rest in peace to jacka, yeah
n-gga, f-ck this rap sh-t, we was wrapping up a package, yeah
bust down on your block and use an ‘op for target practice, yeah
got my sh-t expunged, i took them crackers off my jacket, yeah
yeah them crackers, i’m back to jackin’
got on probation in the way, but i was still packin’
i keep my strap next to my bad b-tch, i ain’t never lackin’
that high speed chase, we bustin’ at the sergeant and the captain, yeah, n-gga

- the colleagues lyrics

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