Lyrics:
You took my attention away so hard now I just can't focus
Jet black hair and your dark brown skin, everything so golden
Slim or big, really don't
on my chest so I can't get shot by cupid
Man man I'm the man the ladies can't understand
How I can marry my grands with no wedding band or best man
soaked, I'm soiled and brown
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round
I'm a man of the night, a real ladies' delight
See my
soaked, I'm soiled and brown
In the trousers, she kissed me
And I only bought her one round
I'm a man of the night, a real ladies' delight
See my
the mornin, she gon' dip
But she might reminisce, send her out with a trip
No shrooms
Full tank, full blunt, big boof
That wood too loud I'm in the moon
She
Pop a perc that’s a man down
Ask yo bitch who her man now
The Rari seats in that tan brown
Shorty ridin wit her head down
Big bag in the back
Punch record man
Cause I'm in the booth right now making songs and (explicative)
And I'm thinking Freedom is a mother (explicative)
I sit back
the lips, dispatch on em
The trap gone, gotta dip
Big crowd by the ocks, and chino spot
Ain't proud of the pops like Nemo got, either jammed up
God took his
send vibe thru My melanin-Feel it
7 seals cracked When I'm kneeling
Nappy Ol hair Don't care In my feelings
Mocha vanilla To caramel complexion
Ebony
one thing to say, man, yo
Somebody's gonna catch a body
Low A, trust me
Right about now, we gon' bring out some spitters
And you see this stage,
the funk-brown bass, my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Black sunflowers,
Ugh..... yeah
This ones dedicated
To all the homies
That didn't make it
To the millennium
We gone do it for why'all
Real big...godzilla like
Nigga trendy like the nappy ass blonde haircut
What about the illness?
I make em feel this
Now give it to me
So later for you coup devilles
Man I thought
going down, I'm just repping for my town
Off a cup of C-J Gibson, man I'm faded off to Brown
And I'm easily influenced by the niggas I'm around
See
five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown
Bad lil' broad I ain't seen her in a minute
five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown
Bad lil' broad I ain't seen her in a minute
kids is talking about
Or how they fit they own foot into they own mouth
I put a couple bodies in a brown bag then I'm on route
I'm sneaker shopping
Borden's we counting
Just a couple K to re route it
Count brown money like shit dirty
Gotta hold on to my 30
Baby drummers with the thing tucked
Chocolate
on her mind
She's got
Big thoughts
Big dreams
And a big brown Mercedes sedan
What I think this girl
She really wants is to be in love with a man
Can't get my foot off the gas, cruisin' way over the limit
But i just wanna be rich yeah, stack up the racks
Then make it expand, man i swear we'll make
ripened and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
and be a hash brown/
A scattered, smothered, and covered man
You gotta love it, man/
Ain't none above this, man/
You gotta watch the shit you say
chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cause I'm down
Take a look around
and all you see is big black boots steppin
Use my
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