, move 'em out Move 'em out, move 'em on out, move 'em out Move 'em out, move 'em on out, move 'em out Suckas come in all shapes sizes and colors Let
When you go you're gone forever You string along You string along Karma, karma, karma Karma, karma chameleon You come and go You come and go Loving would be easy If your colors
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem I can tell you about Leif Ericson I know all the words to "De Colores" And "I'm Proud to be an American" Me and
it back together I can tie a knot in a cherry stem I can tell you about Leif Ericson I know all the words to "De Colores" And "I'm Proud to be an American
it back together I can tie a knot in a cherry stem I can tell you about Leif Ericson I know all the words to "De Colores" And "I'm Proud To Be An American
I'm at it again Niggas had they run, now it's time for change When we step in the club, nigga tuck ya chain Got the mink on same color the Range Uh, pour
And for you regular honeys, tryin' to play fly I ain't no Chemical, no bank in your human eye I like my spot, everybody's butt naked Pump with G-strings
Baby, baby, you feel it, lady Can you feel it? Built to last, I'ma reduce competition Stretched like a G-string, stay in that ass Eliminate your words
I'm just, I'm just a picture a picture in a frame I paint word pictures on the canvas of life But I don't control the colors It's nothin' like it Yo,
that. They ain't takin a fuckin thing from me but hot lead. You know my style pick up 'cause I'm always schemin and jammin. Nigga's holdin a six-string
Broken lines, broken strings Broken threads, broken springs Broken idols, broken heads People sleeping in broken beds Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use
, fathers of your whole persona The mad doctor, stay locked in the O R In too deep, beyond reach of the sonar Still a vet, say my name next to hall of fame Hurtin' third string
, what a dream, beyond the realm of why Pretty little beings beneath the yawning sky Speaking of God as though they could define Music to the deaf and color
da drop, stunt, stuntin in da drop(x4) Verse 1: More come and roll wit me if you use to the old things you true to gucci belt the pradas wit no strings
Pulling on the apron strings, looking up Standing on the chair to be grown up I feel so little, I need my pillow I hate the time, I hate the clock I want
on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things Cream colored
What's this? What's this? There's colors everywhere. What's this? There's white things in the air. What's this? I cant