Lyrics:
design, in my own clothing line
By the name of Birdgang feeling free as a bird mane
One hundred percent, fifty-fifty, dry-fit, ringspun, tri-blend
Aw Naw
In the back of my Lincoln with the suicide doors
Yeah, a-huh
T-Pain, J Lyriq, Nappy Boy
Hit me on my hot line, I'm celebrity nine, so hustle, ooo
I..
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2]
A lot of people like rice better when it's brown
Like having sex on the ground
Instead of in a bed, instead of receiving
girl
I've been doing tongue exercises
And girl
I'm thinking 'bout them booty and them thighs
And girl
You know that I love your brown hair
I got
of pounds
Oscar hogging she get off these plays I call her penny proud
Haagan Daz my pretty brown
My bae if she can flip count
Crossing off my ex's flex my
crazy, fussin and fightin
I know she love me cause ya look just like me
Day you came into this world I was so excited
Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my
pretty brown eyes
Yeahhh
Yeah she make me wanna sing and that
But she love it when I'm spitting raps
She hear my voice it get her gassed
But yo, who you
Come on now mami mami
What you gone do just walk right by me by me
I see ya pretty face waist tiny FaceTime me what you wanna do
Come on now mami
and love you with my life
I wish to be by your side
To stare into your big brown eyes
Talk all night long and turn off our alarms
Then wake up to you in my
The mind open
The air broken
Nappy hair conditioned
Left the suntan in the car
But brought Lotion
The brown token
The Black Boy joy
Meets the Permit
I don't care what they say, I'm in love
There ain't enough money in the world
Boy together I get high, smooches, our lips lock
Together I get
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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
future children
They should grow up feeling black and free
Nappy roots love the growth treat your body like a tree
I'm talking game that my dad taught me
Immigrant, that's why they hate me just for bein' me
We ain't wanna leave overseas, we were under siege
Leave us in shallow graves, but still the love is
is cold
Our love's grown old
I can't watch it die anymore
And the brown headed lady
She likes to do it shady
Cut the lights and lock the doors
Well
walk by
When I see you smile I lock that 'cause me and you are tight and its been a while since we reacted and acted
Wild but
I love the fact that you
An these bitches be comin by the dozens
True ballaz never love 'em fuckin aunties an cousins
Got a have a ??? humble, sticky green gumbo
Layin by
in his hands
It depends, penny for your sins
Shooting up the block, can't stop revenge (oh)
Nappy dread locks like a Rasta man
Where the story ends
MOTORMOUTH
Once upon a time
Girl i was just like you
Never let my extra large
Largesse shine through
Hair was brown and nappy
Never had no fun
I hid
way around
Now look at who’s fallen
Some of y’all Care Bears
Y’all mentality softened
Think about who really loves you
It’s not these dead beats out in
send vibe thru My melanin-Feel it
7 seals cracked When I'm kneeling
Nappy Ol hair Don't care In my feelings
Mocha vanilla To caramel complexion
Ebony
an my dream
An I'm stuck on that path see
Small town white boy
Brown hair that is nappy
Ladies didn't love me
till I shredded the fat, G
I ain't tryna be
a brown boy making moves so let em' copy
Because they can
I'm telling you, they can
The times we feel low, you just gotta take a stand
Stand proud as a Poly
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