Hyper Crush - Visions of Coleco

Visions of coleco, call that cold pico
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Visions of coleco, call that cold pico
On my way to Puerto Rico, blame it on my ego
V-O-C-A-L, listen dj, take that fucking record off
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I’m a fab bitch, I’m beautiful
I mean, a bad bitch, I think I’m suitable
On my toes like, I’m a ballerina
I’m on point, call me Angelina
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Visions of coleco, call that cold pico
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Visions of coleco, heavy like d bow
Big bone bitches take a knee, Tebow
Keys to my Rigle, we ride like an eagle
And ain’t nobody trippin cause I’m rollin with my people

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Get my head right, got a bunch of kittens
Turn the heater up, I’m hotter than 100 mittens
Getting paid to say nothing, that’s a fucking living
And I ain’t even sayin shit, so that’s a fucking giving

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