Boogie Pro - Rainbow Pills ↀ (prod. Boogie Pro, $cru by Peaky) lyrics

Intro: Batare batare Batare batare Nani mo wakare Nani mo wakarenai Batare batare Batare batare Nani mo wakare, wakarenai Breddas might pre and buss joke, but they nervous like they're picking up a key of cut coke Give a f** about your dress code, I been in my best robes, on my ones, chilling up grove, but If you don't know my name I bet your chick's seen my face Keep her off me if ur chick seems irate Pre'd the body, god she wouldn't let me not, but I ain't lyin' she ain't nuttin on the queen I date Travelled up to 'Dam in a coach With my nxgga nxgga picking at em paacks to the throat It's a cliché topic but the weed stay poppin Only these days I don't wanna haave to be stoned, uh Every time I think about the future I imagine situations with a zoot lit though Every time the filters one colour in my vision like I'm shopping up in Uniqlo, where's the redeemer _oh lord The notes cleaner but I still ain't making no chords But your floss rapping could've been the soundtrack to Star Wars, wow boy that sh** was sounding so forced You could play dead amid the danger Me I play me, I hide the pad inside the trainer Ripped jeans, J Scott's with the Adidas They just took me for a hippie with a pay cut, whoops! Guessed Incorrectly Easy on the vision but a bit torretsy My boy said its bait around the burbs, guess it's hot around the herbs if your muggin, he ain't drinkin tetleys, nah I could be a whiteboy's best friend; know a couple breddas with a plug for your ket needs Told my bredda he got too much going for him, I can't tell him stop until he's whippin in a s3 though Swapping cla** A for the A cla**, if you partake stay sharp, so necessary When it's yoppin our way, stay far, our pace ain't calm, pride games causing d**h of many Where's P gone? -they can't locate Up in dam, Booky breddas wanna spike me! I finess him for the dizzle that I won't take; And serve it to you like, damn this sh** was pricey See 'em dirtbags, -they just wanna get a little Icey They weren't always dirtbags, till they s**ed you like a vacuum, for the money that you might need Looking for the lizzy, looking for the Queensway, bredda this ain't whitely's, looking for a cheap skate, bredda come and find me Each day i be, out here on the march like a motherf**ing Pisces Please Tell her take it off for me Tell her take it off for me Tell her take it off for me Tell her take it off for me Tell her take it off for me Tell her take it off for me Tell her take it off for me Tell her take it off for me, x2