Lyrics

Different colors like Xylophone Cop them bitches we dont try em on Been 100 bitch Im player made How I'm staying Icy in this fire storm? Purple suede where you put your feet Living lavish if you ride with me But all she know is city lights and fire weed I can give you glimpes if you tryna see For niggas thinking I aint have it I'm always with the flame like a addict Triple yellow trim on the features She done matted out the wagon 2pm in Calabasas real niggas made it happen Bitches on the kid like I was El DeBarge Aston Martin aspirations you aint living large You aint aint thinking big enough aint got the vision for it I'm with a pretty little broad resemble Rita Ora we them boys Different colors like Xylophone Cop them bitches we dont try em on Been 100 bitch Im player made How I'm staying Icy in this fire storm? Purple suede where you put your feet Living lavish if you ride with me But all she know is city lights and fire weed I can give you glimpses if you tryna see Vito Corleone D'usse in my cup You just Pacino for this moment you can be my son Godfather vibes when I wrote these lines I was on a beach in Mississippi gettin stupid high Lavish nigga you aint never seen the granite floors Goin harder doing numbers we just beat the storm Stupid Icy George Gervin in a fire storm Living out your dreams pinky rings on the iron board Different colors like Xylophone Cop them bitches we dont try em on Been 100 bitch Im player made How I'm staying Icy in this fire storm? Purple suede where you put your feet Living lavish if you ride with me But all she know is city lights and fire weed I can give you glimpses if you tryna see
Writer(s): Trayce Chapman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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