Lyrics:
Oooh, lawd! lookit you, boy! chain thoo de nipples 'n evvy goddam thing! you a sick white muthafucker, ain'tcha?
Rhonda:
Bells on bob-tail ring,
Making
girlfriend done called me, she talking about leaving her old man
He done called me, he upset
But I damn can't sure blame her for being upset, boy
Let me
Back in forty one, you met a brown-eyed boy
Who called you pretty
He’d walk every day, couple miles out of his way
To hold your hand and keep you
Hello, hello
Today we'll be doing a reading of
The Gift of the Magi, which was published by O. Henry
In the December of 1905
The Gift of the Magi
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Sunglasses on,
Like my liquor and women brown,
I'm sorry shorty I'll pass on this one, it ain't my style
Then somebody else caught my eye, I was pondering for a while
a gun, blakkk boy
You fit the description of a blakkk boy
So assume the position blakk boy
I am not feeling your energy
You look a little too niggardly
I
ate a kiss
Tell me tell you a story about a girl in eighth grade
Thought she rocking with your young man's fade
But she said all brown boys are nerds
toward us. First there was the Priest striding quickly along in the rain. And behind him came four little boys all about 10 years old. They were carrying
Kiss
Written by: Krys K
Get ya lips ready
Pucker up baby
Right here on this brown round
That's the spot where it's going down
She could neva be me
drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
to use
My little bro acts too loose
T Dot, YT love cruise
And tek' man's stuff
Get caught by the blues
It was me that day in the Two's
With my broski Lz
See the devil trying to scratch me off the surface
I'm standing tall as the backbone of my family can't be shaken by the haters gravity
In these times
shit
Yeah
Fuck it man I'm gettin bands in this bitch
Y'all be on that broke boy If I'm a mad shit
Yeah
By God I don't hit that shit
But I might win some
dick sucked by a man befo'
But you gon' be the first you little trick ass hoe
Then you can tell me just how it taste
But before I nut I shoot some piss
drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
night along o' me,
And l'll tell you its daddy in the May morning."
"Oh, was it by a black man or was it by a brown,
Or was it by a ploughing-boy
by hour house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back now
Sunglasses
to get loose from my little boy moves and come find you
Well a lover's gonna love, fighter's gon' fight
But I won't be in love when my love's on the wire
starting a party
Crown the new champ like lombardi
Out of sync getting little cocky
Can't paste it if you can't copy
Midnight can't see nothin no lights call
ciggies and a little bit of booze
No-one ever had a brother like Martin
No-one ever had a brother like him
People get the wrong impression with
Him famous?
Then the cart stop, she step off, it's time to refocus,
I'm questioning my heart, examining my motives,
Why I'm captivated by the brown
Come away with me,
My little delta boy
I wanna be your delta mama for awhile
And if you stay you'll see
That I bring you lots of joy
I turn
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