Lyrics:
His words have got me wanting to be touched by his Brown Skin
Or drenched in it like Brown men
Like a strawberry dipped in chocolate, so close, it
baby workin' in her old blue jeans
I said three corn patches
About four cotton fields away
I said three corn patches
About four cotton fields away
stop
Come alive y'all gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in
back to Simi Valley
[Money B]
Goldilocks went to cop some little boy brown
Should've stuck with the snow cause the brown cut her down
[Humpty-Hump]
and Crescent Heights
Bounce to the House of Blues then I slid in free
With tennis shoes, sweatshirt, jeans, and no ID
Soon as I step inside the plizace I
tee, slide
My baby mama done fucked up on her food stamps
That's three muscles recertified
I'm right, niggas be watching, they don't want these problems
you going through
So I'm by myself I'm getting faded till my face is blue
Tell me that you hate me baby cause I fucking hate me too
Tell me that you
THROW A LIL MONEY ON THA STAGE
GOTTA YUNG BITCH AT CLUB BABES TREATIN HER LIKE MY
MAIN BY THT LIL BITCH A NEW CHAIN
EVRYTHING GOIN MY WAY COUNT BLUE
brown-eyed baby
Are walking hand in hand down Zastron street
The sun is slowly, slowly setting
Night wraps her arms around the concrete jungle
Dark Madonna
the sureshot MCs for the affair
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes
to stunt
You think that I'm a showoff, well I don't really give a fuck
Im high, stuck on cloud 9, baby pass me the blunt
If you got rackies in yo kitchen,
take a walk
Maybe talk about old times
And we wear blue jeans
And big green beans
Spend the summertime naturally high
By chopping wood, the next one
try to grab, too much to Contain
Baby so thick, her jeans got a Case
I got 100s stuffed Inna vase, if Anyone touch it then I’m Cutting veins
Then run in
we dock
Kiss the girl once more baby that's all you got?
I treat that ass like a beat and make it knock
Trust me nigga that's the key to keep 'em
got to hate on a kid throw you on some ice so you can skid
This sounds like I’m Da Baby girl gave me top in the rover her name was Bailey
I’m the man
the back
Just like a scammer I be punching
It's meal time munch me
This blunt I got, funky
Baby I don't know what time it is
I just know by how you looking
gon' need two vests
So, please stay off my dick 'less
You got a fat ass and two huge breasts
I been to hell and back and I
Fucked the devil in a blue
it
But Ima stay right by your side
She coming toward me, getting out her black chevy
Brown skin, thick thighs, and the ass heavy
Love it when she
the street gangs
Ain't no question how I got my fame Ice
Chorus
Motherfuckers want to know what it do
They want to know if its the red or the blue
rolled one back and got the workin' of a Gates
Dead Game, they jock my team, you could be by a freak
But watch my jeans, custom made Browny Brown and you
Blue jeans, prom queens, homemade ice cream
Back, I'm bringin' country back
Back where it belongs, back on track
Yeah, I think ol' Hank would like
told me the flow getting nice
But baby my heart really hurt
He wasn't een rolling no dice
And 12 put my bro ona shirt
She forgot to signal her right
So
and Mannie Fresh
You know we gettin' money by the way a nigga dress
I'm talkin' Japanese Denim (Boss), money stuffed in 'em
Got the coolest of the cars
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
E-Moneybags
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