Lyrics:
be by they side, don't have to worry about no healing
Real Nigga with loafers on with nappy dreads locks
Real Nigga with loafers on with nappy dreads
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
Da daduh da daduh da
Da daduh da daduh da
Ya' self love ya' self love
I was a nappy headed kid
Running around the crib
Momma told me girl
Ya' gotta
with your stuff
And poop brown is the color of their funky old trucks
It's the color of the nose of my nappy headed mutt
Right after he's been sniffin'
ya
You know I’m really feeling ya
Brown skin
Girl I wanna wrap you in and
Lock you in my arms and ting
Brown skin
Woman I like the spice
I like
happy gotta let them feelings go
Lock it 'cause I love it nappy, let my armor grow
For when them black/white ratios look like dominoes
In this bitch no
P
Know the devil trynna kill me
The world is mine
Looking at you from a cloud
Smoking that gas by that pound
Love my women brown
Nappy hair under her
last one is young and wise
homegrown battle tested you gonna love these guys
brought the hood on them guys
the best story told yet bonded against all
ask my finances, two step past your micro aggressions on our dances
You called me nappy and then lock ya hair, forgot the key, it’s stories of pain
sayin'? (Violence on the rise)
Lock your doors, nobody's safe
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Check it out, haha
I walk around town with the pound
sayin'? (Violence on the rise)
Lock your doors, nobody's safe
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Check it out, haha
I walk around town with the pound
sayin'? (Violence on the rise)
Lock your doors, nobody's safe
You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
Check it out, haha
I walk around town with the pound
the bottom of mankind
My hair is nappy, you know that it's big
My nose is round and wide
You hate me don't you? You hate my people
Your plan is to terminate 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
by the liquor store
Cause we ain't takin no shorts, in the 9 scrilla
Say what you want fool I guess I'm a drug dealer
>From the southside
We had a Stoned Soul Picnic at the park
Nappy haired proud brown people
Singing in the dark
We had a Stoned Soul Picnic at the park
Barefoot
them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up
them by
And some might say we're wicked little girls
With curves and kissers and pearly whites
You better keep an eye on your boys and lock 'em up
the bricks flipping
Jewels dripping
The margarita sipping - description
Nappy blowouts shaped up, brown-skinned
And ask the hood rats about my
Dick
the money out, all the way
Okay, lil' dirty, nappy-headed East Atlanta nigga
Father said that I was a force
.44, Hank Aaron chrome
Wanna make it home,
Coming with another remix
For the ladies who feel it, aye
Your brown lips exquisite
I need it, believe it
Another day another dime
Think about her
Pay attention to the clues
They feel ugly on the outside
Never doubting their inner beauty
Beautiful cocoa brown skin
Thick braided locks
Gorgeous Brown
squabble, squabble
Yeah (Nabeyin)
Just-just-just-just
Just last night I had a squabble with my demons (demons)
Ass round, skin brown, Lord, you know my
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