Lyrics:
bring her
You ain't gonna find me on MTV
But you got to drop by cause I'm something to see
I'm a Lounge Singer
I got the hots for Debra Winger
When they
new
Diamond link that you see me with on
Mmm
Smooth, you knowhatI'msayin? You know why?
Why Kane?
'Cause I get the job done
"I work"
"I work
Tall just my height
Tall brown skin
African decent
So decent
World wide princess
Get down to business
Ain't by the bulls***
Y'all know
Stand up
fashionista
Cute face big batty girl I love ur style
Girl why u trynna make a nigga freestyle
I'm not a rapper baby I'm a singer
Sexy brown skin slim waist I
come down ruffneck like this now seen?
Mad Lion hold tight
[Chorus]
Brown skin woman, you a queen, not a hoe
Any man that drop the lyric what we
Tribal young brown melz cali
We here work got to get this money go to work
Im gonna get this money work I gotta get this money
Go to work Im gunna
the best times and also the worst
Breakup and makeup shit might not work
As time goes by
The feelings get deeper
I’m out here rappin shows
Turns out
night, long dick, Henny on the brown liquor, brown liquor
I might fuck around and drown in her
She threw that thang on me and I caught it like Odell
Come
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
minority, never came from old wealth
Brown Man Brown Man what do you see
I see America looking at me
Brown Man Brown Man what do you see
I see America
pills by it.
And went back 'n forth from
Work by it.
And paid their rent by it,
And before long they were even
Having
Birthday parties in the office
By
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
honey
How about some drink, yes some gin rummy
After that, come here and sit down
And put on tenderoni by mister bobbi brown
We waste no time, it was time
Never been a Singer Always been a Writer, Never been a Rapper Always been a Rhymer, But they see what I've Built all by myself and they know that I just
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back get back get back"
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was
better move
At your front door got word you got work
3.5 for the key of the purp
Now six figures for the set niggas verse
All eyes on me as I'm walking
[unknown singer]
Love is like water, flowin, flowin every which way
When you think it's flown one direction
It does, it does go the other
turn 23 and turn 23
Burn plenty trees by any means homie
Buy skinny jeans keep a lot green on me
Like I'm mister green jeans since
I was a teen homie so
brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back get back get back"
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was
reports world news as
They report about me, we're in trouble
Are you saying that
No, wait, let me finish have you thought of
The chance I'm taking by
war with a Brown skin?!
Who wants war with a Black Kid?!
Tell me nigga!
Who want war with a Black Kid?
Shout to my dawgs, by far we got that gold skin
and singer, and you just a chitter,
Surrounded by mongrels, your scums and wife beaters.
So stay on a line, couse I really gone teach you,
I’ll get in your mind
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