Lyrics:
Yes feel the reasons come to you yeah
Lose yourself in life
And not knowing what will be is being true
Do do do do do do
Sky's of blue and grey and red
since I jumped off the porch
Used to chop grams on my grandma's faucet
Pay me what it costs, I ain't tryna hear offers
Tryna play Brown, you be hangin'
killed him when we had him
Yo I was holding a Magnum
Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She
when I rap you think
Iodine nitrate activate
Red geranium, the only difference is I transmit sound
Balance was unbalanced then you add a little talent
Now these red-bottoms bleedin' on my feet like a virgin (like a virgin)
I could still sell a 'bow at the store by Curry (by Curry)
Shots get pumped,
them carrying a
Little bitty weight girls
Yeah, I like them red haired girls
And I LOVE them puny girls
Don't knock a lot of jewellery girls
Cos youre
seven or six trey
Once y doce, trece, express way
We like to tip out, dip out with the clika
Then stop by Eddie's to get the liquor (ey)
I got it now,
me get back to it
Hold lot of loud and a lil bag would, whole lotta money big tip by wood
I put it on a train little engine could BITCH!!!
Girl
Mother Tree shake loose the leaves and the wind spins them around
How beautiful the leaves they are yellow red and brown
Me and Frieda stop to watch
the Whole Charge
Pink Lips tell Brown Ears
Little White Lies in the Night Time
Drinkin 211 wit some 9Treys
Screamin Fuck 12 til they fight Crime
Gel Caps in
You've been on my mind ever since day 1
Got me jittery and stuttering tryna say something
Those big brown eyes that I love so much
Got me stuck in
To a pass, if ya crash make a dash to the trash
Tap a cap, have a lot and not a lot not a little
Don't grade upon the label take a guzzle, don't dribble
I got
bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox
Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock
We the niggas you scared of, like bad dentists
Flow is
killed him when we had him
Yo I was holding a Magnum
Yeah we bagged him, but we let him slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She
Macadocious to the most brown sex and slim,
State of uptrends, known for making divedends
And millions my people jump, jump, jump, jump.
Who chose to be
This is more than a haircut
I'm wearing on my head
I thought I'd dye it red
But got it cut instead
And maybe I could send you
My long
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
On the downlow
On the downlow
The Beatles was playin' on the radio-
Head, no it wasn't them playin'
I got so distracted by your hair
It's in a shade that is very rare
Ooooh...
It was brown
slide in the wagon
His bad little brown ho, from out Chicago
She move his cargo, good at handling Roscoes
We had our eyes closed God, we should have
Flowers of past, withered and trampled upon;
My eyes comforted by something new,
A rose, the deepest red you could see or feel
I wonder how to approach.
Your stressed (Stressed)
See me with the red and blue Gucci stripe across my chest
Call me blessed, this ain't bless (Naa)
Tryna make it from round
Roses are red and violets are blue.
Love is blind and I don't know what to do
With me you see that I have no fears
But when you leave me, all I can
that nigga, he can deal with it
Yo daddy was a bitch, I was raised by a real nigga
Put her on a red line, pour purple or some red lines
Some hooper
of thy works
I'm in my little bubble and this bubble won't burst
That's why JAH rastafari will always come first
I'm 28 I see my life so clear
With you by
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