Lyrics:
a lil cozy
Bali smell fresh I'm abouta get toasty
Clean beam with a ruler in glizzys yeah that is a nice heat
Who chasin' a runner this beam gun him down
trouble,
So if you looking for trouble,
Better leave on the double,
I'm intolerant to trouble,
And I know the smell of trouble,
It smells like you
There be
tripped and he fell, got saved by the bell
Oceans swelling, threw a wish in the well
I hand him a L, he paid me on Zelle
I smell like a roach, I poke out my
of thirty-eight slugs
Some other niggaz stepped out y'all
Aww shit, I had to make a phone call
Hello?
Hay Jay
Whassup?
I'm in a little trouble man
Niggas talkin money swear to god I been stacking it
Never leave the crib w/o my Glock yk I'm packin it
Vacuum seal the bag hope they don't smell
no damage
No gains to manage
When you never carriage L's that's loud or smells
But makes a man feel swell
Don't tell
Oh well you keeping well
I'm sure
This bad B got drip, no drown
Looking boujee and her skin tone's brown
This sweet one got drip like me
Looking boujee, how you drip so clean?
Yo
Ten
saw the hippies cross.
By Herc on Technique needles syncopated time was on time,
The same time as the Beatles.
I was up there watching James Brown's
man I'm on the grind
Nigga wasn't workin' when you knew you should
Now you talk about me when I'm on the road
And when I ride by I'm in the newest
I don't like the brown paper bag comparison, which conveys
That if you are lighter then the brown paper bag you're light skin
And if you're darker,
the bad things
Like your killer smile
And those unclipped wings
Beer cans in brown paper bags
Sitting by the river talking bout
How you had no plans
I had
Shawty got brown eyes
And them thick lips
I got some thick spliffs rolled up
If you wanna fuck with me and my kids
Shawty you be the one
And I ain't
Your brown eyes are my blue skies.
They light up the rivers that the birds fly over.
Better not to quench your thirst.
Better not to be the first one
very runny and very, very smelly
LITTLE KUNT: You can tell by his smell
That he's not very well
So I get to the party
Still smelling slightly farty
I
wit it babe? Yeah
You smell the loud than you can tell when it's us
We rolling up and you know that's it's a vibe just ride on wit it babe
Look
I
cocktail, you could tell, by the smell
Burn one, let the whole club know I'm here (Hey!)
Let's fly tonight
Come ride wit'cha boy and get high tonight
(Feat. Nas, Foxy Brown, Amerie)
[Chorus:]
Said it ain't to much for me
To have you next to me
I can't believe it
All the things I do
Creek goes ripplin' by
I've been barefootin' all day with my baby
Brown leaves have started fallin'
Leadin' the way
I like it best just like this
Hop inside this plane fly low fly low
Some say I never struggle some say I never cry
What about those troubles hurting me inside
Cuz it's hard to find
stand
We selling all different brands
Brown green or yellow we got it man
Premium poop like manure
We got more shit that the sewer
If it's 'bout poop I
TV
My kids work, they don't eat for free
When I hear a joke I slap my knee
When I smoke it's always by a tree
My name is Farmer Brown
I'm from a small
I must be close to my destiny
Extremely close to my victory 'cause here comes
Trials and troubles, jealousy and envy
I must be close to what You
liquor by the case
From all those bootleggin' friends who make a killin' here in Satan Place
When Mrs Brown had finished talkin' no one dared to make
lipstick
You are perfect, beautifully gifted
Brown eyes made me attached overnight
I've been feeling alright because you're by my side
You're my sunshine,
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