Lyrics:
unfaithful? I'm sure God has ways of punishing naughty little guys like that!
Thing-fish:
Mights well stop complainin', boy! de damage been done! leastways
Red Chip Funk
Performed by Twenty-something DJ Franklin
Lyrics and arrangement by Raymond Francisco Quinton
Produced by Rabid City Records
(C)
the times that you put up a fight like that
I'm confused how it's easy to lie like that
Back-strap brown rizz and get high like that
(How you gonna change it
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
have a strategy or you could be a statistic
Little boy dies, he's just one of the mystic
And mama steady cryin', 'cause she really the victim (Jesus)
that’s the bigger picture, let me get specific with ya
Call me the paper boy, Supreme make me a little richer
Offer up, 100 copies if you need a scripture
Little boy carryin' a fishin' pole
Little girl pickin' berries straight off of the vine
Brown bag filled with a little green toad
We hook 'em through
Council meetin' on the day the story come to pass
Someone said Mrs Brown we think your little girl is livin' way too fast
She's been datin' older boys
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
A flipper like a dolphin little bit like Dan Marino
Cabana boy fresher than pico
Bad muthafucka like Danny Devito
Hit em with the Rico
Brown TX boy assume I
Kick back a little just to watch and see
Getting sicker by the minute with debauchery
Whatever your pleasure I'm your punk
On the brink of sinking
Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth is shiney
I tell all the girls they can kiss my
Dance to your daddy, my little man
You shall have a fishy in your little dishy
You shall have a fishy when the bowl comes in
Prettiest little boy in
Little girl was down by the waterside
The sun so hot and the roses so red where she lie
As little boys sit and watch as she twirls all around
Our little racer boy is runnin' outta road
Rev up your engine, then get in line
Your crystal Cadillac is movin' in my mind, my, my
(And for a long time,
In a one bedroom apartment
On the humble side of town
There stands a little Christmas tree
It looks a lot like Charlie Brown's
And underneath
out loud
As I’m walking by I wanna feel your eyes move down
Nice boys get too shy
They always like my eyes
But I don’t really mind if you think they’re
Council meetin' on the day the story come to pass
Someone said Mrs Brown we think your little girl is livin' way too fast
She's been datin' older boys
Hook
To all the men woman kids, Little boys and girls.
I'm sending messages of love all across the world.
You can be anything, Just believe in your
clutched tightly in his hand
Little boy soldier, little boy soldier waiting for his dad
The night wears on and his big brown eyes grow sleepy
He can't
Come away with me,
My little delta boy
I want to be your delta mama for awhile
And if you stay you'll see
that I bring you lots of joy
I turn
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
him by his ankles in a tree
Cut him, gut him, use his belly-ropes to choke him till he doesn't breath
Ion give a fuck. Told the boy he shouldn't fuck
To all the men woman kids Little boys and girls
I am sending messages of love all across the world
You can be anything Just believe in your dreams
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