Lyrics:
brother
Left him traumatized, homie
And you my nigga
You were down to do a homicide for me
This that hood shit
We was on Woodcliff with them choppas
me?
Are you, are you, are you using me?
You pretended like we were friends
I was blinded by sentiment
You complicated what love should be
And I
me?
Are you, are you, are you using me?
You pretended like we were friends
I was blinded by sentiment
You complicated what love should be
And I
needs company
But the love we share
You can’t compete
He’s my pick
I’m his wifey
Chorus:
Pretty brown, brown driving me wild
He likes to hold on to my
me?
Are you, are you, are you using me?
You pretended like we were friends
I was blinded by sentiment
You complicated what love should be
And I
later
Big Daddy, huh huh, my man my mellow
Get on the mic cause you know you eat Jell-O
Check it out, y'all
You don't stop, keep on
Well it's
Daddy, huh huh, my man my mellow
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat Jell-O
Check it out, y'all
You don't stop, keep on
Well it's the Kane in
the plans for the night
Shirley temple mixed with ice
I know I can get you right if you like love
We do anything that you want
I can put you on a plane if you
your rhymes
It happened and that's real shit
If a nigga would've grabbed my ass
I'd a smacked his hand real quick
But you just scream
"ZIP EM UP!"
brown clouds?
If you ask a pilostopher, he'll see
That you pays!
always keep me going
If love was a boat then you'd always see me rowing
I don't want the type of love that'll make me sick
I just want something good and I
you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
So I was like aight, yo, can I get into it? (Uh-huh)
My crew down to do it, if she gonna pursue it (uh-huh)
- I could’ve died in my truancy
Wouldn’t be euphoria, if that’s what
You’d want to see-
(The lie you’ll expect me to be)
I want to love life again
made cool
We wrote the blueprint for the shit y'all niggas try to do
If I'm not outside, then I'm probably inside your boo
My team's official, you
brownin'
Call you my little brown skin (yes)
Hey, you, girl, say you makin' me sing
Sing like ting-a-ling-ling (yo)
'Cause you my brown skin girl (ayy)
you're a blessing
Put your crown on
Keep you head up
Don't frown
Cause your brown boy
Oh Brown boy
We come in numbers we're around for
All of my kings
song be playing loud in Long B
If you love Bucktown strongly
Raise it up
Brooklyn my habitat, the place where it happen at
Live sway and the sharp
they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
Niggas, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There's ten rules to the game, but
Little Sarah you're so tall and getting older by the minute. I love you infinite. Mariana mind and heart, Julia heart and mind. Twins but you're both one
in my court of Camelot. I must speak with your
lord and master.
GUARD #1: What, ridden on a horse?
ARTHUR: Yes!
GUARD #1: You're using
like trying (I, yeah)
But all my real niggas round me keep tellin' me (tellin')
"Kells, fuck that you gotta keep climbin'" (climbin')
I admit it, I
gangsta and they love dat s***, hey
If you's a gangsta you gon' love dis s***
(Blood raw I keep it gangsta my **)
This for gangstas I ain't talking 'bout
of the Brown is sounding good to my ear
We are getting down so you might as well admit it
And if you're talkin shit then you might as well quit it
The Mexican
and I get at them fakers
Motherfuck if you hate it, cremated them haters
So, my studio be a funeral
Yeah, this is our year, oh you didn't know?
Uh,
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