Lyrics:
And then we gonna say kinky reggae!
Ooh, yeah I went downtown (said I went downtown)
I saw Miss Brown (said, I saw Miss Brown)
She had brown
a beat down and I am Bushido Brown
Now back to the show like who's that thottomom
That's Keisha, Lamar, Tyrone, and Kalina's mom
And yes, it's different
Exhibit A
You gotta birds eye view on top of Tyrone's head
He talking to his crew
Shawty really loving me and yes I feel the same
The earth is
Lady
You gotta hit up Tyrone for the Bag Lady
When my smoke on, you know im gone for the Bag Lady
Didn't cha know now didn't cha know Bag Lady
I love ya
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
love bone
I'm going home and get my love bone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Going on home
You take like James Brown
You better check on your love bone
love bone
I'm going home and get my love bone
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Going on home
You take like James Brown
You better check on your love bone
[Intro:]
Theres some girl's in this house,
When you see em point em out. (x4)
[Verse 1:]
Gotta lil thing foreplay lil grinnin',
Pretty lil brown
out and call Tyrone
Snoop Dogg, I might gon' and bone
I'm big ballin', bitch put me inside the dome
I'm wearin' Maison Margiela (the tight way)
I'm
boy, too bad I'm a blessing
Switch my rap voice from Danny Brown to Pop Smoke heaven
I woo girls when I tell them I am celibate
I scare hoes when I tell
Brothers
(Garland, Tyrone & Luck) , my
Cousin Keynovar, My Sisters
(Grace, Caitlyn & Riva) NOBODY’S
Respect means more to
Me than My Brothers from another
play
With your life
Off the drugs. Im a different man when I’m sipping that
Sprite
I feel like Tyrone
After you married Im fucking ya wife
Cant remember
Thought it was over we just gettin’ started
Taking over this shit Nino Brown in the Carter
I see they catchings wins wit’ a style that I fathered
I
wouldn't want me back neither
There's levels to my balcony Martin Luther and Bathsheba, ha
They say I woke and chose violence
I'll Kwame Brown a rapper who
hands now but it was worth it maybe not
If only she had a tommy
wouldn’t bother anybody
You can’t be surprised when Tyrone don’t come home
When the 12
Picked up the phone
Get on Twitter and see what’s up with my man named Tyrone
(That bro outed me)
And now my fans are doubt me
If I really have as much
a little geek
Undercover freak
Built like a wrestler
Quality physique
Dark brown skin
With his high bone cheeks
Pearly white mouth
Going blind from his teeth
Working on that butter fly effect we from the compound
We compost our town and birth lareezy's more than the dirt that's brown
Now the common ground is
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
Josephine cracked; her eyes black and bloodied
Screamin' “Gimme back, back all that money Tyrone”
So he snapped her neck back and slapped his lover
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