Lyrics:
: Zoe]
You need some work? hit me on my chirp,
I be on my way, 4 way 2 way it don't matter any way,
Man I gotta make a jug I'm just tryna make a play
Aye look I pray you catch a wave
That doesn't subside
This for the nappy heads in heaven
With a nappy head Christ by they side
I pray you catch
I'm brown that's a whole being
They call me black
That's a real thing
Hair nappy
Kids happy
Got it from
Mamma and my daddy
Good jeans
What that mean
I
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
Hoes in my dm want to link
Rats kno I'm getting to the cheese
Came a long way from Micky d's
Rolling up gas blowing trees like the breeze
Did it by
they're pursuing
But it's my stomping ground where herds get blown down
Think I'm getting caught by beasts you's a damn clown
Check the drums of death
on top of brown no root beer float
Nappy ho, Nappy ho
Say it ain't so, his immaculate flow
Dressed in all black I look like a crow
My eyes all red and im
thing that's on my schedule
You said you're repping well nigga what set are you
You said you steppin we're two steps ahead of you, cuz I just
Jug
a mood
See my loving old school, but that stash I smoked though
Gap tooth and nappy roots
Brown skin, bad attitude
Her middle name Ruthless
Gap tooth
the ghetto
Rebels so iconic we get it popping
If I like it then I'm gon cop it and stunt on all them
They don't like me cause my hair is nappy
Keep your head
but fallin' slowly
If ever you are in doubt, remember what mama told me
Brown skin girl, ya skin just like pearls
Your back against the world
I
I take the little jug under my arm
Place it under a shady tree,
Little brown jug, 'tis you and me.
'Tis you that makes me friends and foes,
all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my
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
to sound
When Thoughts pound
And brown's my complexion section Southern
My brother-in is Jex, I
Sweats no sex, 'cause this kid gets
Grits and shit, it's
you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee
When I go toiling on the farm
I take
House on the hill for my ma' and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
and my pappy
Live life happy and I'm still nappy
Makin' legal money, no feds tryna trap me
I'ma have me a big nice Caddy
House on the hill for my ma'
baby, wigglin' (she wiggle)
I like the way she jug, ooh, baby, jigglin' (she jigglin')
I like the way she move, damn, do that shit again (do that shit
all foreign
The game is mine I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent
Just cartwin, can't even relax in my room,
That brown paper bag money push my
you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee
Ha, ha, ha, you and me
Little brown jug, don't I love thee
When I go toiling on the farm
I take
I'm out deah
I say peace to all my peoples who be out deah
To hip cats and nappy sweets you're crazy out deah
Just like my Foreign Objects because
the suits
With the cash
I tell' em
Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge
Just like my mom and dad had it
And did it
Easin in as slick as I can
Amerikkka
I know I’m just negro to you
Nappy headed African
Walk off the ship with no shoes
Amerikkka
I know I’m just negro to you
Amerikkka
I know
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