Winner (Ft. Beenie Man)
Purple tree, plus I got this burnin me
Curly yellow dancing on me
Said she smell the green on me
And she straight from California
Freaky, yes, she wanted me
Tell me she likes boys and girls
Oh well, that's okay with me
And she said
"My old boo left me blue. I really loved her
So cold and so cruel, so many colors."
Play hoes like pro tools, can't never trust 'em
Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em fuck 'em,"
When I think about it, I just wanna say
"Cool, the lagoon, focus on me, different colours."
I been gettin out here
But really the more on I get I just been peepin these nigga's colors
Since I left the Louvre, life ain't no black and white view- itiful peepin the different colors
I can never choose, I let my boobs in front of my babies, all different colours
So what do you say? (Ay)
Why don't we dip to the crib for some shit
My gang got it crackin like lips in the wind
I've been burnin' my birdies and sipping on sins
Whole lot on my plate (heh)
Them yams goin down soon as I get a chance
Been busy, this music shit tied all my hands
But it's on when I get home
(When I get home x 6)
Purple tree, plus I got this burnin me
Curly, yellow, dancing on me
Said she smell the green on me
And she straight from California
Freaky, yes, she wanted me
Tell me she likes boys and girls
Oh well, that's okay with me
And she said
"My old boo left me blue. I really loved her
So cold and so cruel, so many colors."
Play hoes like pro tools, can't never trust 'em
Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em fuck 'em,"
Curly yellow dancing on me
Said she smell the green on me
And she straight from California
Freaky, yes, she wanted me
Tell me she likes boys and girls
Oh well, that's okay with me
And she said
"My old boo left me blue. I really loved her
So cold and so cruel, so many colors."
Play hoes like pro tools, can't never trust 'em
Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em fuck 'em,"
When I think about it, I just wanna say
"Cool, the lagoon, focus on me, different colours."
I been gettin out here
But really the more on I get I just been peepin these nigga's colors
Since I left the Louvre, life ain't no black and white view- itiful peepin the different colors
I can never choose, I let my boobs in front of my babies, all different colours
So what do you say? (Ay)
Why don't we dip to the crib for some shit
My gang got it crackin like lips in the wind
I've been burnin' my birdies and sipping on sins
Whole lot on my plate (heh)
Them yams goin down soon as I get a chance
Been busy, this music shit tied all my hands
But it's on when I get home
(When I get home x 6)
Purple tree, plus I got this burnin me
Curly, yellow, dancing on me
Said she smell the green on me
And she straight from California
Freaky, yes, she wanted me
Tell me she likes boys and girls
Oh well, that's okay with me
And she said
"My old boo left me blue. I really loved her
So cold and so cruel, so many colors."
Play hoes like pro tools, can't never trust 'em
Nah, fuck 'em, fuck 'em fuck 'em,"
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Christopher Maurice Brown, Kendrick Ashley Jevon Dean, Adonis Shropshire
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