Between Angels and Insects Lyrics

Butterfly colour
in the city gone pimpin
the butterfly colour
In the city gone pimpin

He's trying to say that he's trapped
He's got gold chains and hairy chest
He's making me sick in his
Saturday night best

Shut your fucka
Play on bounced
Money could be-a

Butterfly colour
In the city gone pimpin
The butterfly colour
In the city gone pimpin

What is your sign sweetcakes?
Have I seen you somewhere before?
Can I check your tags?
I swear you were made in heaven?

Deisco fever,
Trampy hoes
Al Comino and a confidential

Butterfly Colour
in the city gone pimpin
the butterfly colour
In the city gone pimpin pimpin pimpin pimpin

Put fatty gold chain
Your pimpin and strutin your stuff
Your walking down the asle
acting like your above

Butterfly colour
In the city gone pimpin
The butterfly colour
In the city gone pimpin
The butterfly colour

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Butterfly colour
in the city gone pimpin
butterfly colour
in the city gone pimpin
the butterfly colour

Then he saw the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen
That wide brimmed hat
That fake pink fur coat
and those fishnet stockings
she was just like him
she was just like him
she was just like him

A PIMP
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