Lyrics:
clouds and I water the earth
Well Im too deep surrounded by dirt apply soap to clean up the hurt
I felt the grief from my past life anxiety planned me my
In the back of my Lincoln
With the suicide doors
Dere a huh
Ha ha t-pain j lyriq nappy boy
Hit me on my hot line
I am a slob on the 9
Oh
Baby
the fat brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin' the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
gotta heavy mind
When I go to sleep
That's probably why I left Tennessee
All jugs I hit
All the hoes I hit
All the money I spent
It's hard to believe
My
'm a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
happy gotta let them feelings go
Lock it 'cause I love it nappy, let my armor grow
For when them black/white ratios look like dominoes
In this bitch no
chest, nappy chin
Never seen with a happy grin
Show the fat foul cause I'm down
Take a look around
And all you see is big black boots steppin'
Use my
by the handle on the top
I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon
Lug it down the bank with my arm draggin'
And I could hardly wait for him
Ever since I was a young star
I had big dreams of Hollywood scenes
I loved reading books, and my mind was always racing
Then my mind would run away
So you know im spitting facts
I'm pulling all stunts bitch
I'm pulling all jugs
Got my blick on my side
And I wish a nigga would
Not a kitchen cabinet
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I can't tell where yours begins, I can't tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need
flex (Yeah, yeah)
Jug and Finesse
I jug and finesse (Yeah, yeah)
How I’m Stunnin?
They like how I’m stunnin
(Yeah, yeah)
How I’m comin?
They like how I
to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that
to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that
Oh, I'm in love with a brown-eyed girl
She's in love with me
But she's in love with a whisky jug
Likes likker better than me
Seek her where
dollars
I was making my own beats I was beatboxing (beatboxing mouth sounds)
Brown Bown sugar , that brown ba brown aye
Brown Bown sugar , that brown ba
need no ancestry test to tell me where my ancestors rest
Now don't you know you dealin' with the origin
Nappy headed, brown skin, my blood is important
whose chariot should I go)
Humre Shyam nahin aaye
(My Shyam still hasn't arrived)
Agahan maas ka mahina re
(It's the month of Agahan)
Sakhi gaune ke
the funk-brown bass, my man
This be the medium used by Dig Plans
Hit the cosmics like a funkonaut
Leave the ladybugs with forget-Funk-nots
Black sunflowers,
outside of a jug of punch.
If I drink too much, well, my money's my own,
And them as don't like it can leave me alone
But I'll tune my fiddle and I
little brown eyed
It's me and you forever
Girl you're staying by my side
[Chorus]
Could you be my brown eyed girl, baby you're a stunna'
Saw you
Bro just announced he going D1, for real, I'm hella proud of Gabe
I'm surrounded by wealth and power, all my brothers got it made
Back at the boardwalk,
'm a savage, lil' hoe, what you wan' do?
I'm about cash if the route fast
I'ma get that lil' nigga, by any means
Momma complain 'bout my Balmains, but it's
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