Lyrics:
THAT’S ALL YOUR JOB
BUT ALL YOU DO IS JUST LIKE A THIEF
TAKE OUR MONEY WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS
THAT’S WHY I’M SICK, SICK OF ALL YOUR ACTION
BROWN BASTARD
and they hate to see a proud savage, brown bastard, jamming at the round dance to this sound blasted, just imagine how happy i am around family,
And this
A Good morning from a brown bastard
Extend my fist cuz a nigga wanna hit the masses
Until the casket
A story just for you to tap in
Good morning my exes
and shouted something racist
I know they're shaking in their boots they think that I'm a rapist
Syndicate gang member looter and marauder
Brown skinned bastard
and shouted something racist
I know they’re shaking in their boots they think that I’m a rapist
Syndicate gang member looter and marauder
Brown skinned bastard
something racist
I know they’re shaking in their boots they think that I’m a rapist
Syndicate gang member looter and marauder
Brown skinned bastard fucking
and shouted something racist
I know they're shaking in their boots they think that I'm a rapist
Syndicate gang member looter and marauder
Brown skinned bastard
good foot, par James Brown
Stop a bastard
Thematic
Solve problem when shit get problematic
I'm not your man maggot
I'm not your friend faggot
Pop
Hey Hey Davy Brown
You weren't born a killer
But ya can't tell it now
Take that shotgun
Saw it on down
You're one bloody bastard Davy Brown
Hey Hey Davy Brown
You weren't born a killer
But ya can't tell it now
Take that shotgun
Saw it on down
You're one bloody bastard Davy Brown
life with twin Glocks that's made out of plastic
Can't stand a brown nosing nigga fake ass bastard
Admiring my style, tour bus through Manhattan
back
Murder isn't all that bad
We all die sometime anyway
What's the worst that could happen to me?
Would they hang me?
We did murder Martin Brown
Fuck
Its tragic these bastards
Is chasing what's my pattern
They after my swagger
Its sad they'll never catch it
Its crystal its liquid sometimes its
harassed by these have wits
Who seek to blast brown and blackness the sick Evil bastards
The classic División tactics impacted our inner actions
They
brown, I'm a bastard child
Born in the nile, raised up so vile
Hope you fuck the top down at the bottom
Flexin' hard with a couple models
Backwoods
on you, Zion Williamson
Taking flight up on you bastards, call me a brown pelican
Shout out to New Orleans, y'all gone like that fucking reference
I don't
those bros with they
Dead flows, flows dead
Fucked mate brown bread.
Me there instead.
This bastard he's dastardly
Mastered the casualties
Casually razing
Money come passive
Baby Ima thrash it
Not another second
Grab the check
And ima cash it
Play me like a bastard
Killer with the fashion
I don't
Fashion killa, Alaïa assassin
Vetements villain, Balenciaga bastard
I got that melanin magic, brown skin poppin'
Always fly, I stay in a cockpit
I want
schedule (beitch)
Beitch, $hort Dog in the house
[Chorus x2]
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
She flew in like calm breeze
Tall brown skin, her weave like palm trees
I
play
So where the bags for the fuck back
Before I squeeze more shots and murder more bastards
[Hook 2x: Bobby Brown]
Don't start with me
You
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts don't make it
Brown shirts
exactly have they done said sheriff John Brown
For me to shoot those poor old bastards down
Then outstepped the preacher with his hand upon his heart
Red lips, brown hair white skin,
your eyes, your legs I'm losing myself
and I won't find me again,
until you’ve become my sin.
Shut up you dirty
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