Lyrics:
whatcha 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 stride
'Cause all I'm here
whatcha 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 stride
'Cause all I'm here
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
Yeah, get busy entertainment, youuu dig, uh-huh, uh-huh
Man I love the way lil' baby pour my drink, she my lil' rock star
I got 30 in these jeans
Stood a pretty brown woman
Stood about 5'4
Anyway she could get it
She keeps wanting some more
Thighs hanging on the teeth of her jeans
Belly sitting
Don't want the blues
I turn to the news and what do I see
(merciless) "Everybody in the world ready
To D i e" we got blacks against blacks
Browns against
tricked for the last time
Now taste my brown torpedoes
Cause I got something for you
Beans and guac, wow burritos
I have tricked for the last time
Now taste
the right laughs
Blue strips, blue lanes I'm on the right path
Show her how to drive the boat she gone like that
If the beat got bass I'm wearing all black
and maybe enjoy (aw)
Your brown skin turns blue, under the moon
You know I don't smoke, but you fired the joint
I just want to chill (chill), with you
I
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
forty-four chrome, Mac-11 stow it in they jeans
Pretty thugs, Firm team
hold it down, we hold the crown
Got it locked rock shop, heron caught
Out of town
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
three
Thirty racks on me
Get you whacked by 1017
Ten thousand on Givenchy
All rats, we poison they cheese
They thought we ain't smokin' this G
Got
distracted by screams
Everybody get your hand off my jeans
Everybody look at you strange
Say you changed
Uhh! Like you work that hard to stay the same
Uhh!
Favorite white tee
With the stains in the collar
Loose belt loops and the jeans high water
Brown paper bag fruit snacks at the bottom
Bug juice with the blue
see you more than baby, it's more like hell
You screw a little girl and end up in jail
Even though she seems she's 19
You're looking at her body
on me
Got your baddie on me like Dexter
Circle the end of the college home
And then vroom vroom, my brown Vespa
Stand on my ego, high heels
Can't even
understand why
She behaved as she did
But when she got sick
Lord, really sick
A few years back
I was terrified
Of losing my mother
I had her
Speed-dialed
And her blue jeans anyhow
Stuck on the Brighton line
Where Freddie left his dreams behind
And Mrs Brown, your lovely daughter's
Grown up and she's blown up
homegirl Rita
I used to chill on her sofa with my feet up
By the heater with my toes getting toasted
One day she came naked out the kitchen
With a bag full
smoke backwoods in that paper how she blow
Guap on overload she can’t keep her legs close
I got my meat all in her mouth I’m trying punish baby throat
21
John
You baby dick-sucker
Joe Jackson beat you you better dance
Like James Brown faggot in red leather pants
You made up vitiligo you're
A liar you
her in with a good night kiss
Soon she'll be making plans, car keys are a high school dance
These days are going by so fast
Got those baby blue looking
them bad boy blues, baby)
I got them bad boy blues
I feel hypnotized by the way you move
And those big brown eyes
Yea, that would be great
That
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