Pop a pink, pop a blue
Pop the top off the roof
My bitch green and she rude
Papa Johns, got some cheese with my food
And you know it's f*ck the law, I got my own set of rules
Got gold on my tooth, put holes in a suit
10 hoes in the bath and they waiting for the truth
Your mans wanna slime me out, it's whatever, boy, it's cool
Made numbers off of rap, made numbers off the tool
Slime like powder, want aid, come and boy, come and bool
Baby I'll devour you, baby I'll devour you
Baby check the hour, yeah
Go ahead swing those hips, baby hula hoop
She keep finding shit, baby who is you
Told her I'll grant your wish, I Will Smith you, boo
Baby I'm the kid and I'm the shit too
I might take your shit and f*ck your bitch too
Got gold on me, come and make a move
Got your girl on me, bout to make a move
When she be over here, she is not with you
Pop a pink, pop a blue
Pop the top off the roof
My bitch green and she rude
Papa Johns, got some cheese with my food
And you know it's f*ck the law, I got my own set of rules
Got gold on my tooth, put holes in a suit
10 hoes in the bath and they waiting for the truth
Your mans wanna slime me out, it's whatever, boy, it's
Told her break his heart, break the bank
Million dollar carpet, million dollars on my sink
Got a lot of shit up on my plate
I gotta shoot my shot, I gotta play
I gotta say, I gotta spray
I got a lot of bitches, I still gotta pay
I gotta pray
I gotta watch my back, I gotta notta die today
Got a bitch from the streets
Got a bitch from the A
Got it going on for weeks
They gotta make sure I'm okay
I got hoes on fleek
I got hoes on the way
I got four in my jeans
I gotta make sure that we safe
I gotta put in a good word for you, I know you'll get the blame
When you fighting for your life, all these hoes seem like a game
Pop a pink, pop a blue
Pop the top off the roof
My bitch green and she rude
Papa Johns, got some cheese with my food
And you know it's f*ck the law, I got my own set of rules
Got gold on my tooth, put holes in a suit
10 hoes in the bath and they waiting for the truth
Your mans wanna slime me out, it's whatever, boy, it's cool (made)
Go ahead swing those hips, Baby, hula hoop (Made, Made)
She keep finding shit, Baby, who is you (It's whatever boy, its)
Told her I'll grant your wish, I Will Smith you boo (Made, made, made)
Baby I'm the kid and I'm the shit too (Cool, Made)
Go ahead swing those hips, Baby, hula hoop (Hula hoop)
She keep finding shit, Baby, who is you (Made, Made)
Told her I'll grant your wish, I Will Smith you boo
Baby I'm the kid and I'm the shit too
I might take your shit and f*ck your bitch too
Got gold on me, come and make a move
Got your girl on me, bout to make a move
When she be over here, she is not with you
Ashtray - Pink + Blue Lyrics
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Pop a pink, pop a blue
Pop the top off the roof
My bitch green and she rude
Papa Johns, got some cheese with my food
And you know it's f*ck the law, I got my own set of rules
Got gold on my tooth, put holes in a suit
10 hoes in the bath and they waiting for the truth
Your mans wanna slime me out, it's whatever, boy, it's cool
Made numbers off of rap, made numbers off the tool
Slime like powder, want aid, come and boy, come and bool
Baby I'll devour you, baby I'll devour you
Baby check the hour, yeah
Go ahead swing those hips, baby hula hoop
She keep finding shit, baby who is you
Told her I'll grant your wish, I Will Smith you, boo
Baby I'm the kid and I'm the shit too
I might take your shit and f*ck your bitch too
Got gold on me, come and make a move
Got your girl on me, bout to make a move
When she be over here, she is not with you
Pop a pink, pop a blue
Pop the top off the roof
My bitch green and she rude
Papa Johns, got some cheese with my food
And you know it's f*ck the law, I got my own set of rules
Got gold on my tooth, put holes in a suit
10 hoes in the bath and they waiting for the truth
Your mans wanna slime me out, it's whatever, boy, it's
Told her break his heart, break the bank
Million dollar carpet, million dollars on my sink
Got a lot of shit up on my plate
I gotta shoot my shot, I gotta play
I gotta say, I gotta spray
I got a lot of bitches, I still gotta pay
I gotta pray
I gotta watch my back, I gotta notta die today
Got a bitch from the streets
Got a bitch from the A
Got it going on for weeks
They gotta make sure I'm okay
I got hoes on fleek
I got hoes on the way
I got four in my jeans
I gotta make sure that we safe
I gotta put in a good word for you, I know you'll get the blame
When you fighting for your life, all these hoes seem like a game
Pop a pink, pop a blue
Pop the top off the roof
My bitch green and she rude
Papa Johns, got some cheese with my food
And you know it's f*ck the law, I got my own set of rules
Got gold on my tooth, put holes in a suit
10 hoes in the bath and they waiting for the truth
Your mans wanna slime me out, it's whatever, boy, it's cool (made)
Go ahead swing those hips, Baby, hula hoop (Made, Made)
She keep finding shit, Baby, who is you (It's whatever boy, its)
Told her I'll grant your wish, I Will Smith you boo (Made, made, made)
Baby I'm the kid and I'm the shit too (Cool, Made)
Go ahead swing those hips, Baby, hula hoop (Hula hoop)
She keep finding shit, Baby, who is you (Made, Made)
Told her I'll grant your wish, I Will Smith you boo
Baby I'm the kid and I'm the shit too
I might take your shit and f*ck your bitch too
Got gold on me, come and make a move
Got your girl on me, bout to make a move
When she be over here, she is not with you
Pop the top off the roof
My bitch green and she rude
Papa Johns, got some cheese with my food
And you know it's f*ck the law, I got my own set of rules
Got gold on my tooth, put holes in a suit
10 hoes in the bath and they waiting for the truth
Your mans wanna slime me out, it's whatever, boy, it's cool
Made numbers off of rap, made numbers off the tool
Slime like powder, want aid, come and boy, come and bool
Baby I'll devour you, baby I'll devour you
Baby check the hour, yeah
Go ahead swing those hips, baby hula hoop
She keep finding shit, baby who is you
Told her I'll grant your wish, I Will Smith you, boo
Baby I'm the kid and I'm the shit too
I might take your shit and f*ck your bitch too
Got gold on me, come and make a move
Got your girl on me, bout to make a move
When she be over here, she is not with you
Pop a pink, pop a blue
Pop the top off the roof
My bitch green and she rude
Papa Johns, got some cheese with my food
And you know it's f*ck the law, I got my own set of rules
Got gold on my tooth, put holes in a suit
10 hoes in the bath and they waiting for the truth
Your mans wanna slime me out, it's whatever, boy, it's
Told her break his heart, break the bank
Million dollar carpet, million dollars on my sink
Got a lot of shit up on my plate
I gotta shoot my shot, I gotta play
I gotta say, I gotta spray
I got a lot of bitches, I still gotta pay
I gotta pray
I gotta watch my back, I gotta notta die today
Got a bitch from the streets
Got a bitch from the A
Got it going on for weeks
They gotta make sure I'm okay
I got hoes on fleek
I got hoes on the way
I got four in my jeans
I gotta make sure that we safe
I gotta put in a good word for you, I know you'll get the blame
When you fighting for your life, all these hoes seem like a game
Pop a pink, pop a blue
Pop the top off the roof
My bitch green and she rude
Papa Johns, got some cheese with my food
And you know it's f*ck the law, I got my own set of rules
Got gold on my tooth, put holes in a suit
10 hoes in the bath and they waiting for the truth
Your mans wanna slime me out, it's whatever, boy, it's cool (made)
Go ahead swing those hips, Baby, hula hoop (Made, Made)
She keep finding shit, Baby, who is you (It's whatever boy, its)
Told her I'll grant your wish, I Will Smith you boo (Made, made, made)
Baby I'm the kid and I'm the shit too (Cool, Made)
Go ahead swing those hips, Baby, hula hoop (Hula hoop)
She keep finding shit, Baby, who is you (Made, Made)
Told her I'll grant your wish, I Will Smith you boo
Baby I'm the kid and I'm the shit too
I might take your shit and f*ck your bitch too
Got gold on me, come and make a move
Got your girl on me, bout to make a move
When she be over here, she is not with you
Writer: Patrick Buling-Carey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid