Lyrics:
I'm a druggie
Ray Charles
To how often we make love
And how awful it tastes
Blinded by judgement
And lost in
My misogynist ways
Call me today
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
attacked Pearl Harbor) a date which will live in infamy."
"This is Bob 'Command performance' Hope telling each Nazi that's in Russia today that, "Crimea
the side street movin' single file
She say...
That's where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa,
can't control (what)
Problem
That Ambien in my ink pen
Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins
Y'all five days and a weekend
Stay smokin' on that
is unmatched
I know you got a ocean
That's the reason why I dive in
I get higher than space x
I guess I'm on some fly shit
You love my motion in yo
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
in that
Brown paper bag (you're dig)
Brown paper bag (my name is weezy you all)
Brown paper bag (I'm here on behalf of young money cash money)
to feel important
Surroundin' your feet in Joan &
David and Charles Jourdan
I keep you dove, but love
You know these hoes be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
Bag money all on timbs, and that bad bitch is all on him
'Cause the cars that he drives are
collect a big check
Blame it on a black man, what the heck?
And just before the story was known
Charles had a feeling that his cover was blown
So he
(Brown Sugar)
Brown Sugar baby give it to me {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Hey yeah yeah eh)
It's like one, two, three, into the fo'
Brooklyn is runnin' the show,
I'm looking for that fortune
Like Ray Charles
Ray Charles
Ray Charles aye
Now I'm looking for that,
Like Ray Charles
Ray Charles aye
Ray Charles
love me
See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't
love me
See Dre put me up on how the hoes get down
I know you like Buck and that Dirty South shit
Try to run game on me you punk bitch
I know you don't
collect a big check
Blame it on a black man, what the heck?
And just before the story was known
Charles had a feeling that his cover was blown
So he
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
Poop brown is the color of rhymin' that I do
I'm talkin' smooth and movin' groovy cause I'm thick like poo
Outta town is where you're sendin' UPS
And letting the good times roll
And everybody's happy, and everybody loves it
When i see you laugh it makes me happy
Then when I'm mad i feel
Like i am Charles
Copperfield with two p's
This is David Coperfield with one p
By Edmund Wells
(David Coperfield with one p?)
Yes, I should have said
(Well, in that case, we
beat the
GOAT with gossip raps
If you ain't got the facts
Why you spreadin' the rumor? You
Could get shot for that shot'll clap
The fifth on me like I
In attempts to moderate they ask why we don't write love songs.
What is it that we sing then?
Our love of life is total, everything we do is
Yeah, hustler music
I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I
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