Lyrics:
to shoot me
I go by "J-D-O-T", but if went by "JB" you'd see
Me working with the MI6, suit all up in the mix
Aston full of party tricks
God save the King but
brown nose)
There's rich uncle Bob, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
You get stopped by the man, I say now what you gonna
Brown skin lady, hey hey
Yes
Where you goin'
This goes to the brown skin ladies
Brown skin lady
Yo, indigenous women of the planet earth
What
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
Walking these hoods like Clint Eastwood
Damn girl what you doing, serving these looks Walking these hoods like Clint Eastwood
Damn girl what you doing,
This engine still grinding
By engine it's brain, my arm is the car and I'm still writing
This car needs a new tire
The tracks here are making me tired
damn she's so fine I'm loving your culture
Enlighten my chakra its all in your eyes
let my buy u a drink I I
Brown Skin theres something about your
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
Brown style with the hand-off yeah yeah pardon my ambition aye
Clint Eastwood with stand-off pow pow you should know I aint missing
Im on a mission lil
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
Pretty Brown
You're a stranger in the town
And your world has tumbled down
But there's a million wishing they were young as you
So let it go, just let it
of the torment/
Till inkling of performance, still thinking of us dormant/
cnd so it be, who hold close and kept dear/
were left there, won't know folks by next
Be like yo, let me ask you somethin
I wanna know, I wanna know who you are
MosBrown skin lady, hey hey
TalibYes
MosWhere you goin
TalibThis goes
the Brown Crowd just thought I'd let you know so
Listen to the sounds of the brownest and you will find
Chicano sounds are the downest
Cause we don't fuck
a second
Jesus christ
God damn
Zipper not working
What
Who are you
And what do you want
No
Wait wait wait
Hash-Browns killed him
Or was this the Ghost
money, that i.r.s can tax money you dig me
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam
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
I’m that brown boy from Africa I don’t know why I landed in africa But I’m proud to be an African I gat dreams gigantical You can call me master you
Karen, get me another Bud Lite!
Did you take the kids again?
Ah, millennials, Play play play! No Work
Back in my day, we didn't even have
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem come for you
Little brown boy little brown boy tell me what you gonna do if dem
or tinder?
TIM: I... am an enchanter.
ARTHUR: By what name are you known?
TIM: There are some who call me... Tim?
ARTHUR: Greetings, Tim the Enchanter.
The sun goes up the moon goes down
The leaves are green, the leaves are brown
And all I do is dick around
I don't care what you do, dick around, I
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