Lyrics:
will have big muscles
I'll lay on the beach
Next time I'll paint pictures
Like a real Van Gogh
Wear little black hats
Hang my cigarettes so low
Sit
This is a moment we've been waiting for
Hey, come by my side, by my side
It's the place you'll be forever more, forever more
So, baby, come on, come
Tampa Red - guitar
Charles Saunders - drums
Album Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19, 1945 - November 12, 1947
Document Records DOCD 5059
My little
Brother
Brother
Brother
I'm a South Indian macha, brown-skinned in my colour
Found infinite, crowned intellect, cow sensitive brother
I'm a South
Yea
Stylesz
Yea, yea yea
Yea
Ahhh-uhhh
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip her hair in the wind got me tripping
Love my baby girl
you get real unlucky
Yeah he'll make your blood spray
It's a Happy Birthday for little Andy
Some kids get cards and a box of candy
But his mom just
Omarion, baby let it touch
Take my hand
Need a fan
Heat in place
Feel the bass
Won’t you lay your face on my torso
After we move clean all on the floor
Way
baby, love a dovey all the time
Well I want you right, by my side
To love and keep me satisfied
Kissa me baby (all night long)
Well, kissa me baby (all
Well, baby, love a dovey all the time
Well I want you right, by my side
To love and keep me satisfied
Kissa me baby (all night long)
Well, kissa me
Well, baby, love a dovey all the time.
Well, I want you right, by my side
To love and keep me satisfied
Kissa me baby (all night long)
Well, kissa
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
used to run around armed and robbin'
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry stolen
Till one day
a nigga reach
My dogs will bite you and guess who the nigga leash
I was once told by my nigga Meach
You feed a sucka' he just grow to be a bigger leach
If you would suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotion
Is this America? Yeah
Is this freedom? No
Is this Democracy? No
Is equality? No
What
I turn up a notch while you take it down
My bitch on the bed getting naked now
Sipping this brown anything goes down
You don't know how todo it baby
misdirection, this is wack rapper genocide
I take y'all back when Outkast dropped Aquemeni
SpottieOttieDopaliscious, Charles a little discotheque in Niggaville
Where is my tambourine wait a minute I'll get your tambourine
Got my tambourine get your thing baby
What's wrong with you what is it you want
used to buy all my gear
You know my government
You know my life & my fears
You know how much it took for
Me and you to get here
So Come here brown sugar
like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say hay bee
Son will be rockin' until
Felt like I was stuck
And then baby girl looked up
And I said
Hey there pretty brown eyes
Whatcha doing later tonight?
Would you mind if I spent
talk to you for a second?
There's some things I've been meanin' to tell you
Some things that have been on my mind
Listen to me baby (let's go)
worth a mili I ain't stopping I don't stand by
City on my back I keep it on me like my damn spine
She got only fans but she calling' all the damn time
She
my kid's
Mxm, I'll fuck that shit (Ngina phela)
Nika mina ungatatazeli I'm going in (Brown dash)
When I open it stop closin' in, 'cause I'm tryna see
I'm Charles Manson, four bad bitches in my mansion (yeah)
Leave a nigga bloody like a tampon, crazy like Marilyn Manson
My niggas don't do dancin'
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