Lyrics:
I'm a druggie
Ray Charles
To how often we make love
And how awful it tastes
Blinded by judgement
And lost in
My misogynist ways
Call me today
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
Knock Your F**king Block Off!
Knock Your F**king Block Off!!
Knock Your F**king Block Off!!!
cnd then record it on our nokia <3
Knock Your F**king
brown nose)
There's rich uncle Bob, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
You get stopped by the man, I say now what you gonna
Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke
Intro:
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da
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
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
up the space that's been left
You've been nixed
So who's up next?
One by one
I knock em out
One by one
I knock em out
One by one
I knock em out
Knock
KNOCK KNOCK
I drive by your house
About Half Past Ten
I knocked on your door baby
You wouldn't let me in
We can't make up
If you don't open
nake pics
Know I don't like to be teased
Say she need this pleasure
Can you come by please
I've been acting real hard
She ain't give me that pussy in
the bounce, keep the rock
Sometimes I get lonely and let this speakers knock
Trying to find the love below in my broken speaker box
Nobody told me life was
spider web
Spider web (repeat 3x)
In Ray Charles' head
I dreamed about Ray Charles last night
He took me flying in the air
Showed my own spider webs
wish
Strike a match and set me free
Grant me this last kiss
Oh can't you see
I'll be long gone from distant bonds
The flame is out
Knock on any door
talkin' Charles so let me get this straight
Gettin' y'all to shake, this beat at steak
Shout out Jack and Tiller, but I'm feelin' myself, I'm the best in
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
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
comrade nigga
Drug money, blood money in a brown bag nigga
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
I know you don't love me, I know you don't love me
You ain't the same whenever
Kiss
Written by: Krys K
Get ya lips ready
Pucker up baby
Right here on this brown round
That's the spot where it's going down
She could neva be me
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
Chief boot knock
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knock
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knock
Chief boot knocker
Chief boot knock
Chief boot
got
I hold the covenant my attitude
Is stubborn as rock motherless blocks
Where black men be getting cuffed
By the cops knock knock
Don’t answer
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
He's just so kiss-a-licious
And now my every wish is (oohh)
To kiss him up from head to toe now
Wrap him up to go now
Kiss-a-licious brown-eyed boy
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