Lyrics:
a perc
I put time and money into my work
Clean, just like detergent
In the mall, splurgin
Get me mad and my homie gon purge
We slidin
If she behave she get
At least it did the last time I counted
PVPs and boss battles galore
A ton of different ways that you could play
And it'll never leave you wanting more
like it's last year's champion Mrs. Brown
She's in the lead
No, wait, it's Mr. Brown
Mrs. Brown, she's choking!
Ah!
Mr. Barbeque
Mr. Barbeque
Givin' up the fight when it felt so strong
I don't wanna wait I don't wanna waste
Your time
Your time yeah
Maybe I should know by now
The way it's gonna
Maybe you needed more time, maybe I crossed a line
Maybe we moved too fast, if we'd just slowed down, we would've been fine
Maybe we're meant to last
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
a mask load up the glizzy
Stick em up, stick em up
10,000 hours hoe im James Brown get on up, nigga
Nip Last name everyday niggas zero luck
Their opinion
now but I'm obscene
It's OT and I'm up 3
My brown skin these sun beams
Call me by your name that's some dreams
I fa -
I fantasize those love scenes
to the ceiling
Last dream something bout my family they crying
I see my mama and my sister look at them all crying together
Maybe it's because I miss them
I know
tags shit
I been investing all my cash
Hope these profit margins have me balling James Harden
Yeah we takin off just like a rocket
You not the plug
a team Over here 50/50 , will be by your side, down to slide, let me know when you outside
James Wade and Singer Chorus:
Yeah, you a vibe and girl you
the 23rd was the first time he was seen
Ulysses Grant showed up the 27th, by midwife
And James Monroe, the 28th, the first day of his life
May presidents,
I told James Brown stop smokin angel dust and the pis-tal
He wanted to go up to the Olive Garden and start a restaurant brawl
"Mary J. Blige, my
Brothers brothers brothers
I got shot
By the cops
One time pull up on yo block
Run yo pocks
Pick yo locks
Crack you wings saying fuck yo flock
Niggas send
You seemed so free
When you were with me
You Say you'll stay
But I know you'll leave
I just need you to hold me
One last time
And make it last
Last time that I checked
It was five chains on my neck
It was no smut on my rep, last time that I checked
I was sellin' zones in the set
Make
On the mountainside
Reaching out, reaching out
Over the great divide
Solid rock and burning sand
Weathered by the hand of time
Standing high above the storm
in between, yeah, right
Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like James Brown, it?s been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass
up with it man I'm up let's get it
Feeling good like James Brown sex machine
Ready for the big payback out the shower
Man I'm fresh to death that's
me
Just worry 'bout you and maybe I do
Have a long day
And it'll be a long time before
You ever see me again
Don't worry 'bout me, just worry 'bout you
just steady, just doing my own thang)
I just do it (ha!)
I just do it you know
My momma said to do what you know
So I'ma do what I know
James Brown
you get up
Like the good brother James said
Brown or white we all going through the same fight need to change heads
Study the other man hug one another
concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal
Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle
Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success
Yotown
Record nice like Motown
I stay Brown like James
I got soul I got soul
I'm Bron in the lane
I got swole I got swole
We 84 deep
We at your door
If you
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