Lyrics:
down pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
(Yungstar)
Out H-town, showin surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nuthin but ground
I'm talkin
This how I get when the conjac is in me
I'm on that brown, that D'Usse that Remy that Henny
Kissing her neck oh shit my cup empty
Come back to our
on a poker face, your faith all a joke
Black or white or brown, in the bone we all will crack
Let me remind that Death is blind, we all the same in fact,
shinin like some dishes
Patricia, Patricia, she love the way I stick her
I take her to the movies and now, she eat the dick up
Big bucks, no whammies
I had
if she on the loose
It's a 90 percent chance she goin' get pimp juice
Now what it do, what it is
Now you living with that hoe and y'all got fo' kids
see it's true?
You don't even love yourself
Why would I do that too?
Pretty Brown Eyes
Pretty Brown Eyes
OOO
I told you that I loved you, JK LOL
Bitches
(See)
If I'm to be beheaded for the words that I say
Let those very same words resonate
In many ways
This is a beat down and I am Bushido Brown
Woah
You
Said
You
Don't
E
Ven
Love me
Fuck me
And that's why I'm feeling like fuck bitches deep down in my heart I can't trust em
At all
You
you got this shit, kill that shit
Yo, it's fuckin' crackin' in here
Man, that bitch is bad as shit
(Alright, y'all, the moment is finally here)
(And this beat from Cash, not fom Youtube)
Plug in the kitchen he whipping that a-rod
Blind by these goofy's im feeling like ray Charles
Gloaw Gloaw
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
I'm known to speak truth (truth)
That's why I'm at the bar buyin' all this Grey Goose (ay ay ay)
Passin' it to the wall but mayne is they loose
That ma
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
nerve you hear me
Aye Movin be movin
Living too big i don't see these haters they got me feeling like Ray Charles
Used to break down that pure cocaine let
Brown Cigarillos
History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental
America's a glass house and my revenge is mental
Rather use my brain than
doing justice to all
The people that feel like I do cause for
Every person who doesn't understand it is
There is a person who feels like me
Who feels like
me
I love to see you wild and free
But occasionally you get cold wet feet
And all that it means to me is you need my heat (Ja)
'Cause when it's
yo' league, I smell like Creed, walk by and smell money
Fly them bales in right to your doorstep, that's mail money
Young bull did his first hit
steak)
It's like saying you're Zulu, yet you don't follow Usiko (Follow Usiko)
That's why I'm moving brown whenever I get thighs to split
You can mix it
designer, is that a fire?
Remember Mya?
I'm awkward with chopsticks, I'm like
Oh, ("shit")
Oh, ("shit")
Oh, ("shit")
It's for my dummies who front
it up by myself like a treadmill
Niggas hoes, better go take the red pill
I'm getting doe
I reside in that Breadville
I'm getting doe
Girls can't keep
saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
was made by the maker of love
Your body that curve
Your hips in that skirt
The smell of a fragrance
Or a taste of sweetness
The passion,
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