Lyrics:
to see how it really be
I'm really B.Y. that's all that ever really mean to me
'Cause all these foos slipping through the grooves acting cool try to scam
the, wiggy that want to test me and address me
Just to try an impress me them people come and stress me
Undastand, to be the man ain't even the plan
make the trunk go "eh-eh"
But it ain't 'bout that
It's about gettin' whatchu gettin' and drivin' all back here
Big fellas (six fellas)
Half of me
head tru the sky
Look all that shit! I see everywhere purple and brown
I want me check! Shake your ass for me so I might get one
She playin' her role
the man with the meanest song
Not a new jack but I got more dope than nino brown
'cause I'm a striver, a hip hop survivor
Me and the microphone is like my
They be playin' with this shit, man
Y'all niggas playin' with the money
Holiday season!
Y'all nigga don't know what the fuck to do with this shit
There's something up on my shoulders
I'm older now, but feel hopeless
On the streets and feel like a soldier
Told ya, I don't fuck with no posers, no
to Yakuza
Five-seven Rugers over niggas Medulas
Half-Chinese bitch fuck me then go wash your Buddha
If you came up from nothin' then, my nigga, I salute ya
and it's bussin
Suck dick no feelings ain't loving
First glock on me got that from my cousin
K5 and the pack by the dozen
That nigga hit bullet not
say I miss home
I been gone to long
Man Atlanta in my bones cuz I came off Glenwood Rd
Yeah it's exit 44
Smoking hella dope
I can't let a nigga try me
brown chick man Puerto Rican
And I'm coming through man and you know we speakin'
True facts
Me, Hasan, we do that
I come through with the boom stick boom
too
Grinding twenty-four by seven put a tumor in me soon
It's another brown soundcloud rapper nother bad apple
Half of that answer get you whacked like
bustin up and nuttin in
Let a nigga from the lost boyz tell ya somethin
No man know he play he the fuckin game
But aids ain't got no fuckin name
All you
bad, yeah
Champagne in ya glass, yeah
Shake that ass, yeah
Put the money in the bag, yeah
Give me cash, yeah
We getting more lit by the glass, yeah
Hope
Tighten up the stronghold on your story
By any means
On the road to truth and justice
You can’t let ya guard down for a second
Remember that your
just a taste from the Funky Human Being
Ain't no misbehavin', ain't no use for ravin'
Surrounded by the people who would stab me in the back
My skin
Juro x Joon Jukx - My Dog (Produced by Infinitee)
[Verse - Joon Jukx]
Yo
Look, Look
Niggas stay talking like G's
When they know they ain’t
A party ain't a party, until Tima J. up in it
Ya know I'm bouta kill it, ya man will be my witness
I'm just kidding, nahh I'm for real
Said he like
Yeah yeah yeah
Turn me up in the headphones, self
Thank you, self
Yeah yeah
I got so much that I wanna tell ya
All the little things that make me me
brown innit
I still ain’t ever been down with it
Far from water, but I stay drowning
Based homes that’s always my surroundings
Take my element, then I
To put him out of his misery,
And to let him start his.. spiel.
"Hi my name is Billy Brown,
I ain't gonna give you some quote,
Instead I'm gonna use some
had a thing for Miso
Does that make me crazy
I'm starting to feel like CeeLo
Brown King gettin to the Green like Nino
Wish my pops woulda tried pot
this brown man, I sing
Ronnie and Kevn, spell it out on the icing,
We get the props and own a couple a fly things
Oh I sound cocky motherfucker I might
told me glim back as the plan's over
See ya, time to let him see a damn soldier
Flip your Landrover, I told ya I blam toasters
Gun pop off like the mouth
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