Lyrics:
to see me
If she get fillet, I tend to get fellatio
You heard i switch a style, I’ll be off it
By the time they imitate it though
You heard i’m in London
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once we save the green
But lets head back to the room to go stroking in the deep
Bliss was to be with you
Who I miss when it's me and you
Ain't no
a clip, no movie
Bro got the Suzy, let go of the Uzi
Hit my man in his kufi
Strapped like a bra and two big boobies
Blockstar, never a popstar
Man
steadying my eyes innit
What type of liquor can make me know what I want
You're brown but clear innit
And what do I do when the bottle's not mine
I sit down
Gotta jersey from Mitchell & Ness, I ain’t even stressed, I’m doin’ the best
And I ain’t even thinkin’ ‘bout sex, my jeans are by Guess, ‘cause I
songs, to say that I love you
It's for my honey wit the pretty brown eyes
Never givin' up on me, never tellin' lies
Makin' promises together we ride
I
block tavern
By the Salvation Army
And the plumbers supply
The old downtown mission
Has John 3:16 painted
In all capital letters
Above cans full
the plane into Paris,
Honeymooning down by the Seine.
Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it OK,
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain.
the plane into Paris,
Honeymooning down by the Seine.
Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it OK,
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain.
the plane into Paris,
Honeymooning down by the Seine.
Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it OK,
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain.
But fuck it, I gotta do it, my pockets kind of brown
So I kick in the door and lay the motherfucker down
Don't budge, don't breathe, don't even make
waitin' wall to wall
Wearin' out the two step maybe learn a new step
Crawlin' home by daylight get back to the jobsite
Oh Oh, just a working man makin'
the plane into Paris,
Honeymooning down by the Seine.
Peter Brown called to say,
You can make it OK,
You can get married in Gibraltar near Spain.
By B. Brown/W. Johnson
I've been around the world
A couple of times or maybe more
I've seen the sights, I've had delights
On every foreign
takes two minutes to call me back and say hell no
And freeze like you banged the funny bone in your elbow
In less than a minute I'll be all out of water
You claim to get down posse
And why you talking loud talking bout your brown and proud
And everywhere you go
You take your motherfuckin hoe
Because
the game?
Any answer, the question remains
To flourish and without expansion or gain?
In another life
In another life
No love go undiscovered in hate
the game?
Any answer, a question remains
To flourish and without expansion or gain?
In another life
In another life
No love go undiscovered in hate
still in 'em
Found out he was snitching and
You still hangin' with 'em
Oh No, two-fifty a 'bo three-fifty or mo'
Real shit, nigga that don't make you
Fake
ain't rockstar, I'm a craft worker
I got a tax number, I don't brag if the bag Berkin
We don't flash unless lights go off like bag service
In two
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