Lyrics:
,Iʼm in love Brown skins all fine
[CMK Verse 2]
You might need to come closer
For a close up This pigment is a work of art call it Mozart
Caramel mami ,
Family is the mountaintop
Love is universal
If you got you in your corner
Aint nothing can hurt you, you never
You never felt a feeling like this
You
to the essence
Family is the mountaintop, love is universal
If you got you in your corner, aint nothing can hurt you, you never
You never felt a feeling like this
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
too much, too late if I'm honest
All this time God knows I'm singing
Ah lahmlahlah
Don't fuck with my love
That heart is so cold
All over my home
I
Maljhai!
I say it do it, then I done it
I'm so true, I'm so one hunnit
Chris brown how I run it, Michael Dickson how I punt it
If you love me give me
Let me tell you 'bout this girl or maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was Brown Sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why my
to shine,
Made to blossom.
This? This is a Black Girl’s world,
And you couldn’t take that away,
Even if you tried.
Brown skin, Brown eyes, Black
Put it on paper this is what I would describe
Intelligent
The fly female
Perfume smell even if its not from Chanel
Hair and fingernails
The fly
Durry La
Man, fuck that old ass song, bruh
I don't think you know how serious this shit is right now, bruh
This my last song ever
No one is safe,
Who the fuck is this bitch calling up my phone
Told that bitch that shit dead cut it off n let it grow
I'm just in love with all my fucking clothes
N
a motherfucker fell out the bed
Who the hell is Chris? She putting up resistance
Until I caught her calling the nigga long distance
Had the nerve to dis patch
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
buy her Chris Louboutin
Now there's blood on her shoes
I stay in motion, fuck do you niggas be on
The fuck is you claimin'
These niggas love to play
have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed
better, you could teach me first
You said fuck that, then you beat me worse
It's pain in this verse, hard to go on (yeah)
Oo is a man, so I must hold
bestie is a shift lead
He can't save you now
Stir the pesto. Angry like aggretsuko
Hold a crumble cookie
I'ma need a fucking breast bowl
Yes, oh
We love
that's why none of this shit
Adds up but I love the fact that all
I gotta do is cough and right away you back up
Faster than my ex did back in the day when
that I tried
This Henny white is open tonight
I found you and I tried to lie
Thinking of all the times that I
Lied and lied I asked God why
Why He had
to own
Up to ya', couldn't get through to ya'
Now I'm writing this song to allude to ya'
Brown hair, 5'9 with some nice eyes
Stuck by your side
While I do
can't struggle for meals
See I could wake up with a dollar
But the way this hustle is set up by 7pm on my table is steak and lobster
If you're sleeping
this bitch back but the sickness is winning
Into the dumpster this whore goes
Chopped up in a bag ain't no shit more gross
And I love it 'cause I'm
And I ain't got no time for that, tryin to get to this money love
Homie trust, I'm only gettin my paper up
Counting Franklins, Jacksons, Grants
You can
ya eyes that you want my brown
(I can tell from ya eyes that you love my brown)
I notice yo anger and jealousy simply by all of yo moves
Usually I
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