Lyrics:
and you weren't even posing
Cuz it beez like that
Walk by make time freeze like that
Flex in your Salwar Kameez like that
Make man drop to his knees like
words?
These two lots, I can beat you lot
And I miss her but man have been and gone
My love for you will never end (will never end)
You'll always be
so much but you make It feel better ooh
Girl I miss you and I want you and This feeling is forever ever
Pretty Brown eyes dark brown hair them Other
say that it's joy tears
But no it's a war cry
Got bumps and bruises
I'll be all right
I know that it's sad to say
But I miss your pretty brown eyes
Lucy Brown
Oh, that line forms on the right, babe
Now that Mack he's, Mack he's back in town
Ah, Jenny Diver, Sukey Tawdry
Miss Lotte Lenya and old
he spends like a sailor
Could that boy have done something rash?
Ahhhh Jenny Diver, ho, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh,
I can't stop
TIl' I'm lookin' like a foreign body
Sittin' pretty
All up inside a new Bugatti
Fresh Biscotti
Dressed fresh to death, we killin' Tommy
sounds, you ever gonna hear
Hey Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown
Oh the line forms, on the right dear
Now that Macheath,
be hurtin' right by my waist band (waist band)
Just finished prayin', look in the mirror, I see a man (a man)
On all ten, I still stand, I see
the number one batter
I miss that ocean breeze
See trees by the seas
Sea shells by the shore
Take a trip, I implore
Pitter-patter raindrops
Beating on my
if you ask me (yeah)
You're a pretty broad in the top three
Of things that I've been waiting to come, so
Meet me by the lake around ten and skinny
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
Saturday in the town, as we buried T.J Brown
Good man, spent his life on the K Roll ferry line
He was just a man, nothing grand, just a man
But I
the band now
They make the greatest sounds, you ever gonna hear
Hey Sookie Taudry, Jenny Diver, Polly Peachum, Old Miss Lulu Brown
Oh the line forms,
need ten mil' in cash, I take it out right now, miss (right now, miss)
AP sittin' pretty on my brown wrist (my brown wrist)
Okay, pray my fans forgive
at the stove again
While you hoes were sleepin' on me, I made 40 bands by 4PM
They be taking shots, miss miss, X and O, kiss kiss
Everythin' your nigga want,
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in
you ball n shout
Say you man a chief so me cyan lay round
Me just
Love it wen you deh round
Real bad freak love e head turn round
By de way you jussa
Miss Alinda
Dubba-AA-Flex, how you doin', pretty lady?
Slime, I'm fine, I'm coolin', I ain't on shit
Louie Bandz made another one
I just overcame
Yeah
OutWest Players
And we them
So I ran into this pretty little Oak Park shorty from back in the day and she said
“Man it’s been a minute and you
smoke and you brinin yo mans with you
Okey doke he can pass with you
And nigga don't quote me but that was the last issue
Make yo mommy and dad miss you
spends like a sailor
Could that boy have done somethin' rash?
Ahh Jenny Diver, ho, Sukey Tawdry
Ooh, Miss Lotte Lenya and old Lucy Brown
Oh, the line
Carter this
Brown pimp the game and still reign
Since the days of Kane numb 'em like cocaine
Niggas, uh huh, nigga read my lips
Uh huh, we won't miss
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