Andre Nickatina - Jelly Bean Colored Suits lyrics

[Andre Nickatina - Jelly Bean Colored Suits lyrics]

I wear clothes that'll circle the globe
And write raps that make them
Out of your nose i'm like a beara tone
I take the Vegas trip man that's my favorite
I hit the strip like a
Sailor coming off a ship
I'm in the back of the car like a
Mafia don blowing weed wearing Louis vaton
I'm like the diamond out of Africa
In the cheesecake factory talking loud
Like a pastor be
I got wings that birds don't have and
I fly like the birds don't fly
In the midnight kill an hour
I give my life to the
Holy kirran but it's way
Behind the god of khan in the sun of Milan
Step back as I roll the bomb
You might text but I won't respond
It's the blueberry
Going 90 down seminary Bumping the scarriac?
Because I'm so damn fresh yeah
I wear rings like the young slick Rick and if
I pawn them I can buy a brick
Feel me on that i crack a
Smile like a cracked bottle
I talk shit to all the poor damn strip models
I smoke weed like I won't get caught
I drive my car like I'm sellin' a yot
I'm always ask baby what you got
I'm always ask baby what you got
I'm always askin' baby what you got
Give it to me i shoot thru like a free throw
I'm not high but people try
To find me like Nemo
I wear the Sean john the new white one
I'm from Frisco balcor, Barry bonds
Man let me roll the around it
Going up something like hydraulics
I be shopping on market
Yo anything fly in my sight is my target
I like cars with the fresh leather
I like them real tough
So I gotta call my Foid Mayweather
I eat the gummy bears buy
Shoes in double pairs
Wife beaters under my shirt is
What I gotta wear i chew now an laters and
Wear alligators be at
The parties where you see
All the ball players
Philmore days tahoe nights
Man I be rapping just raise up the coke price
My closet looks like jelly beans from all the
Colorful suit's that I got
From the Philippines i keep my nails clean
A little visene
I'm at the mesanino root boy yanah I mean?
I take it back like brown royal
Or for the stop homie
Turned it into a gym and win the pot foil
She like baby oil and a sweet sense
I like something automatic on the flight trip
And when it's automatic man you
Can see the cabbage
You can see it in my face
Man I'm extra manage
More new cars more fresh clothes
My deek is the code for the pesh mode
I like to laugh like the hyena

Cause every time I think I'm gonna
Lose I'm a straight cheater
I wear wife beaters at your pool parties
But i ain't Not getting my
Hair wet for nobody i take off like a redeye
And I could shoot to la in atleast 45
Til the sunrise then we cut pies
And the girls only talk to the trick guys
I hit my lawyer with a quick bundle
Just to let her know sometimes a
Guard might be in trouble
I roll blunts in the backseat
And then I sit on that ass and
I watch the whole track meet

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