Lyrics:
Right about now
Mr. Clynch's career is about to be ended by this fucking diss
Judge Barnes presiding
The prosecuting attorneys are
Jaz Barnes, Jaz
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
"Hey, Mr Brown, what's up, what's up?!?"
And he'll, you know, he'll calm right down
Says "Oh Dot, I just, I got out of bed the wrong side this morning, I
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
like to be cooked in this oven
And baked into a cookie Mr Hand
The hand picked up Jo
After they arrived at their destination by hand travel
They
In the penthouse with my boy Snow
Picked up by my bootstraps
Now I'm rich and I'm selling like bricks at my shows yo
Hash-Browns irrelevant getting
got to be a bad boy
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down
Or get out the way i'm a live round
Shot to your head by Doc Dre ain't too
Mr. Brown, Mr. Blonde, Mr. O
Mr. Blue, Nice Guy, Mr. Blonde, Mr. Blonde
Mr. White, Nice Guy Eddie, Eddie
Mr. Brown, It's a perfect storm
Mr. Pink,
on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah
I got flames
Have you ever found some trace of dirt in your white hands?
Day by day to clean and wash the spots away
something is gonna bring you back down Mrs. Brown
. Killed Mike Brown in vain
Mr. Feel no pain (No pain)
Mr. Handcuffer (Naw)
Mr. Head Buster (Naw)
Mr. Tackle her on the ground
Mr. Head puncher (God)
Man I
Brown
These niggas dressed like Mr brown and
Whipped top bald like Mr brown
And I'm coolin my niggas from
The west like Alonte
Sexy women look similar
. nice guy
When you see us in the streets, no more Mr. nice guy
That's right, Baby Pop, Brown Hornet baby
Smoke Records, RNS Productions, Ain't no
And be a goddess in the planet war
Trying to save the livin' things"
"I'm ready to go right now"
Sun Green told Earth Brown
"Let's go back to my
And be a goddess in the planet war
Trying to save the livin' things"
"I'm ready to go right now"
Sun Green told Earth Brown
"Let's go back to my
Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke
Intro:
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da
Yo
Yo, Drew and Inf', did this, this right here is crazy
I feel big, you know what I mean?
Like not-not big in the sense of weight, you know what
Brizzy Brizzy
Yeah I'm Nino Brown but them niggas call me Brizzy Brizzy
Got the best white so the boys in blue busy
Uh heart pause when they take that hit
to official, Mr. To official
I got Mr. Brown and I got Mr. White
Fell asleep on half a xan, I almost missed the flight
Yeah, I cheat but ruby rose, I'm Mr. Right
what
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on the floor, let me show you how we do
Let's go, dip it
cash grow (Let's get it)
Boy Wonder, got the game tied by a lasso, let's go (Whoa, whoa)
Mr. Rosenberg
Call me Mr. Rosenberg
It ain't Jason Rose no more
slang shots
Hit G spots by giving hoes back shots
I'm a young country boy, long socks with flip flops
But I pull up on your block in the 500 Benz drop
hot
Caressing yuh cocoa butter fi yuh skin
Skin out likkle miss di prettiest inna di ring
If him nah love yuh right him a idiot boy
I refuse to ever be
Discuss these mr right by brown boy Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In