Visions of Coleco

Visions of coleco, call that cold pico

Visions of coleco, call that cold pico

Visions of coleco, call that cold pico

Visions of coleco, call that cold pico

On my way to Puerto rico, bring it on my ego

Bo, ce, l, listen dj, take that fucking record off

And put this shit on replay

Put shit on, put this shit on, put this shit on

Put this shit on replay

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Im a fab bitch, Im beautiful

Im in a bad bitch, I think Im suitable

On my toes like, Im a ballerina

Im on point, call me Angelina

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Put this shit on replay

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Put shit on, put this shit on, put this shit on

I done sworn the lion like a green giant

How shila do it here, the white Kobe Bryant

The game silent, but my money keep me acting childish

Im in the parking lot, popping bottles like lady gaga

I spend some many bands I look like kid rock

The bell hop louie luggage cost a half of block

Pop a couple bandz risk will never plan

Out of hand, left hand, touch a sugar sand

Saint tropez pay spot, Im locked lot

My paz au revoir, smoking strong pop bop

Visions of coleco, call that cold pico

Visions of coleco, call that cold pico

Visions of coleco, call that cold pico

Visions of coleco, call that cold pico

Visions of coleco, heavy like d bow

Big bone bitches taking in, t bone

Keys to my rigle, we ride like an eagle

And aint nobody trippin cause Im rollin with my people

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Put this shit on replay

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Put shit on, put this shit on, put this shit on

Get my head right, got a bunch of kittens

Turn the heater up, Im hotter than 100 mittens

Getting paid to say nothing, thats a fucking living