Lyrics:
of that Whitney money
Brian McKnight, I can get the nigga anytime
Have Keith sweating, staring down the barrel on my nine
Since these Harlem World niggas
yourself
Once I catch you you going straight to my basement nobody gone hear if you yell
Bitch you play with my feelings I play with your life
Shoot up yo
I hate when we fight (hate)
She in love with the pipe (pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
I hate when we fight (hate)
She in love with the pipe (pipe)
I draped her up in ice, I pour my four on ice
Birds in the trap sing Brian McKnight
to put my bed in (my bed in)
For real that's no kiddin' (nope)
Complex fantasy, thoughts are forbidden (uh huh)
Just save those playful thoughts for
Brian McKnight & Justin Timberlake
When I was younger, I never went too far
Held my feelings, I never even wanted to start
Til when I met you, I
Mase and Brian McKnight
Bay Boy we dont' stop, we rock we rock
Yo,I hit you the sound that the world can't take
Came straight out the gig playing
agency, and they
fired me for being too depressing on the phone.
I maxed out my cards, I'm two months behind
in rent, I totally messed up my personal life
buy you
Cause I got a few places you can fly to
Bring ya partners cause you know I'm bringin' my crew
(Yeah)
[Brian McKnight]
Girl don't you walk
the end? Damn, right
I turned on a liking to Vannessa
Derrio like over Brian McKnight
Said "Oh no"
Baby doll kissin' me and she goin' down low
You pull that
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
up my personal life. Oh, and Brian --
I still haven't found my purpose!
[BRIAN]
All right. Get off your ass and stop worrying! Everyone's getting
of your life
Oh yeah the mood is right
You look more beautiful than poetry can describe
By the way, do you mind if Ninja Brian
Joins us he's promised not
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
but he can still eat the booty
Brian McKnights tight
Joe is lookin kinda slow
and oh what about D'Angelo
I want some of that brown sugar and what
watch
mean anything
I just say whatever
Comes to my brian (my brain)
Yeah
I'm living thru
The most hardest
Time of my life
I just strive and take it
the class, I have to go back now
Trichotillomania, I think I'mma lash out
I can't even sleep cuz I think about death
And I'm backed out by my thoughts (Brian
sing I can bring Brian McKnight to tears
I have to consume, Ali capture a room
And before my son was born I made him dance in the womb
Emcees put up
alive
Used to sing in my room with stars in the sky
Earth, Wind, & Fire and Brian McKnight
Imagined the day I would step out on stage and conquer my
singing Brian McKnight
I get to rhyming on the mic, and record it in my basement
I get to indulge with friend, probably pour some libations
I get lost in
them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin'
Thought by this time I would find my bride,
Now I'm all alone to my surprise,
Birds in the trap sing McKnight,
Niggas talk all that cap I can't lie,
I been
any of these names *
Zachary Bro, Cousin Paula
Harry O-Fives "Rest in peace" -- Biggie Smalls
Yeah, Sam-O, 183rd
Joshua Faust "Rest in peace"
Brian
feelings, just pass the Gelato im always gon smoke on the dope
Pop the top, the Henny on ice
Glock be singing like Brian McKnight
I told these people to talk
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