Lyrics:
Ross]
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam and my little dog money
Thank god
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem come for you
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem
Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke
Intro:
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da
Mhm
Mhm
Mhmmmhm
I need some brown
Some brown sugar
A little bit of lovin that's sweet and not bitter
Some brown
Some brown sugar
Shoot me with some
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
attacked
By a rage of hunchmen!
Making his way through the
Evening traffic, greggery notices
That the other vehicles which
Crowd and bump his little red car
(snoopy -woof!)
(boys-boom!)
you're a good man Charlie Brown
and we know you will go very far
yes, it's hard to believe almost fright'ning to conceive
straight fie!
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light
straight fie!
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light
to the heathens that he roll with
They shot him up and down nobody knows shit
My peers, little ears
Came up to me with a eye full of tears
Last night we was
in effect, the days are all peep
Grown by his own, provoked the wrong sheep
When I'm in effect, the day is all raw
Ten little workers, nine were all
In the penthouse with my boy Snow
Picked up by my bootstraps
Now I'm rich and I'm selling like bricks at my shows yo
Hash-Browns irrelevant getting
Because its twice as worst
I was sexually molested
My innocence was not protected
By a teenage boy much older than me
I felt dejected
The hell he was doing
Yeah
Look
I need little shorty with the brown skin
I need me a girl to move around with
She love the things I do, she love my style, yeah
I love
Because we comin down and my
Little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we
Puttin hoes in check
[Verse 6: Kay-Luv] 20:55
Yea we goin
Because we comin down and my
Little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we
Puttin hoes in check
[Verse 6: Kay-Luv] 20:55
Yea we goin
and brown boy call me Miles Morales
Swing around the city wit no sense of malice
Black and brown boy call me Miles Morales
From the train to block the city my
the pain
Because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check
(?) (20:55)
Here we goin and the sweets
the pain
Because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck
We comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check
(?) [20:55]
Here we goin and the sweets are
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
There is an ancient party at the other end of town
And he keeps a little grocery store, the ancients name is Brown
And he has a lovely daughter,
Sweet little brown darling
Crystal clear what we've started
I know, I know
That you're too split
Split like banana, say nada, don't say sh*t
Would you
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
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