Lyrics:
Clay said join ftf ya life gon change
Don't change your flow don't change ya swag remain the same
Man fuck a contract show some love we do the same
gon' keep doin our thang)
WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
[Sleepy Brown]
Rollin up +So Fresh, So Clean+
Wood grain, big screen TV's
Uhh, I got
foot one, and dark and lovely
And if they're sayin black is beautiful, it's true not phony
I'm Brown-er than Bobby so won't you be my Tenderoni
the big toe
All black in the booth Grim Reap flow
Could you dig it like a six foot deep hole
Yea you kick it but I kick it like field goal
And now your
Rewritin' history, definin' genres call me Jeffery Brown
Separated from those times, but I still write the coldest lines
I can tell right by the signs that I
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Foots on the gas but your tanks on E
1, 2, 3 I got what these bitches need
Lactose swag cause I came in the game shitting on niggas when I really
Hop in some pretty shit diamonds and gold
Count up the money then stack it in rows
Play with nobody pay me what you owe
Swing badda badda, big money
Grade school just a failed plan
Church history ain't ever mention me, the brown, yellow or the red man
So ten toes
Earth is a mess, but He still rose
the day was over you just had to say
You said man it's just one of those days
My day started off kind of cool
I brushed my teeth I combed my hair
the day was over you just had to say
You said man it's just one of those days
My day started off kind of cool
I brushed my teeth I combed my hair
soon be makin'
and once I break then I'ma show my peeps that I'm not fakin'
See my man Pop or Die from the block
niggas wearin' reverse as we handle
on the side of me
Don't fuck with the East Bay G!
Poke 'em down with the clip and the trigga
Screamin' like Eiht, yelling, "Come on Nigga!"
Nappy
punching everybody thats ken to you
Big 762s, thought he got hit wit a torpedo (Bang, bang)
Business man first but I might slide in a tuxedo (Aye)
Young
with my people, my ghetto pass ain't revoked
This my corner sign, a Glad bag and a scale
Penitentiary chances, 4 and a half by 12 foot cell
Got
what I know
Brown sugar love me real slow
And I don't care what my friends say
I just can't let her go
Two years gone by, I
Trying to find
ever been in love?
Well well well
Have you ever been in love?
Well well well
She was 5 foot 4 from the floor
Prettiest little thing I've seen
Starting with me is a myth, don't do it
Saw the man bring a big black MAC in
The wheel's not deep, look at you catting
Itching your arms, look at you man
pretty, all my niggas brazy
We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy
Call me Tunechi Lee or don't call me at all
Man fuck all you
bitch"-
I'm like I'm fuckin her right now
Got ya bitch tip-toein' on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big bodies I got 10 of those
on my mother’s son
In the Urus, my foot on the pedal
Winners only, I need me a medal
I be winning, I’m reaching new levels
Verse)
Big dawg status like
An' no it's never gonna be the same
Dem blinded by the flashy lights (flash)
Wan some dear jeans wit some cash inna it
You see di old man talk seh
have long brown wavy hair
Wearing a form-fitting vest that was, whoa, all there
Man, she could pull a big ten in a beauty scene anywhere
Aah, you
The Mushroom Man
They call me the Mushroom Man
(Why?)
Cos I big up the Mushroom Gang
(That's right)
They call me the Mushroom Man
(But I)
Ain't gon
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