Lyrics:
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Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
but they play in the field
Tabasco ain't gon' let it ride though, let my brother fat folk
I thrill for the kill, smoke me a [unverfied]
Never runnin'
She thought I’d lay there dead
But it was Jameson instead
And that Jay Mo get me right
With ginger give me life
Now brown bear own the night
Do
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
Let me tell you 'bout this girl, maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was brown sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why
pull the hood out me, I'm rooted
Rooted, nappy head rooted (better than rooted now)
I done plant my seeds now I'm rooted
Brown skin poppin', I'm
plain, you see
Average man when the rest was ashamed to be
Nappy head and all, ain't no changin' me
Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh
So rough it was, downright
it a movie
Baby let's make it a movie
You make me weak you make me thirsty
Can you please try understand me
The chemistry is turning me crazy
Am I
just to chill
Don't player hate
Kick back, relax and just take off yo' shoes
While I gotta tell you what I wants to do
Let me touch it
(Let me
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
in love, dependin' on how you hold me
I'm glad that I'm calmin' down, can't let no one come control me
Keep dancin' and call it love, she fightin'
playa hate
Kick back relax, and just take off yo shoes
'Cause I gotta tell you what I wants to do (uh oh)
Yea
Let me touch it (let me touch it
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
plain, you see
Average man when the rest was ashamed to be
Nappy head and all, ain't no changin' me
Ooh-oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh
So rough it was, downright
brown paper bag money
This for my strippers getting black plastic bag money
We're talking that bad money, that I.R.S can tax money you dig me
[Rick
feels good to you, baby, let me hear you say (uh, uh, baby)
If the rhythm feels good to you, baby, let me hear you say (uh, uh, baby)
If the rhythm
lay it on down, just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps, and the fat tracks
That a nigga Timbaland put down
Oh yes, let's get it
C'mon everybody, let's do it!!!
I've been through all them changes a lotta stuff came down
I dealt with all the issues (be careful)
You might say
for that)
Brown paper bag (we the best)
Just pulled over in my 7-5
Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide
Got 20 in the trunk you can bet me
Boom, boom, boom
Kelly, I'ma make you call me B-I-G
Lay it on me, baby, lay it on me, oh
Lay it on me
Lay it on me, baby, lay it on me, oh
Lay
won't cha give it to me? {Oh oh oh oh oh} (Brown Sugar)
Come on baby won't cha give it to me?{Oh oh oh oh oh} (Yeah yeah)
Make it hot like it's supposed
some every now and then, oh hey
Where are your people from? Maybe Mississippi or an Island
Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun
You make me
on Mo-T's buzzed head
It was the color of the eyes of the guy who's fulla lead
Poop brown poop brown is the color of the dirt
And if you don't believe me
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