Lyrics:
see it's true?
You don't even love yourself
Why would I do that too?
Pretty Brown Eyes
Pretty Brown Eyes
OOO
I told you that I loved you, JK LOL
Bitches
(See)
If I'm to be beheaded for the words that I say
Let those very same words resonate
In many ways
This is a beat down and I am Bushido Brown
you got this shit, kill that shit
Yo, it's fuckin' crackin' in here
Man, that bitch is bad as shit
(Alright, y'all, the moment is finally here)
(And this beat from Cash, not fom Youtube)
Plug in the kitchen he whipping that a-rod
Blind by these goofy's im feeling like ray Charles
Gloaw Gloaw
nerve you hear me
Aye Movin be movin
Living too big i don't see these haters they got me feeling like Ray Charles
Used to break down that pure cocaine let
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's the T.I.P,
I'm known to speak truth (truth)
That's why I'm at the bar buyin' all this Grey Goose (ay ay ay)
Passin' it to the wall but mayne is they loose
That ma
Brown Cigarillos
History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental
America's a glass house and my revenge is mental
Rather use my brain than
doing justice to all
The people that feel like I do cause for
Every person who doesn't understand it is
There is a person who feels like me
Who feels like
yo' league, I smell like Creed, walk by and smell money
Fly them bales in right to your doorstep, that's mail money
Young bull did his first hit
me
I love to see you wild and free
But occasionally you get cold wet feet
And all that it means to me is you need my heat (Ja)
'Cause when it's
designer, is that a fire?
Remember Mya?
I'm awkward with chopsticks, I'm like
Oh, ("shit")
Oh, ("shit")
Oh, ("shit")
It's for my dummies who front
steak)
It's like saying you're Zulu, yet you don't follow Usiko (Follow Usiko)
That's why I'm moving brown whenever I get thighs to split
You can mix it
You know we back, right?
Clear the streets out
Come on with it, ha-ha, Star Trak
Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors
Ice Cream
saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's
it up by myself like a treadmill
Niggas hoes, better go take the red pill
I'm getting doe
I reside in that Breadville
I'm getting doe
Girls can't keep
to the top is where I’m headed this big s y’all hoes all Deaded first I spin then I dip move out the way see it all in my hips I’m that bitch better ask yo
And when it comes to rhyming
M&m is kind of like me, just backwards
And in fact if you spell the alphabets
That's up in his name like that (Backwards)
Then
was made by the maker of love
Your body that curve
Your hips in that skirt
The smell of a fragrance
Or a taste of sweetness
The passion,
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
and shit
But if they start with us niggas we finish them
Easy
This shit is light got em dancing like breezy
Chris Brown
Niggas mad cuz they down I'm the shit
JA, right up to T-Dot
Pon a level, money, yeah, we only know that
And I don't like when she ah run out
Cah we love live sekkle (she's dirty)
Money
up now for real for real
First of all I'm giving love to my black mother
Who's back stood up straight within the black trouble
Cuz that struggle is
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