Lyrics:
Little Brown bat
Little brown bat
Sleeping away the day
Little Brown bat
Little brown bat
Won't you come out and play
And he sings sings sings
Burl Ives - Leather-Winged Bat
Hi," said the little brown leather winged bat,
"I'll tell you the reason that,
the reason that I fly in the night's
baby
Please get out of my home
I can build you a bat house outside
That way you and your bros are never alone
Little and brown
With shitty eyesight
Hide
trois dorés, hmm, roule encore
Quatre dorés, cinq dorés, six dorés, hmm, j'crois qu'j'suis drogu'
Cette année, on s'bat, bat, bat, bat, bat
Cette
you shit
Don't be a little bitch
I don't owe you shit
If a motherfucker wanna fuck with you
Hit 'em with a bat bat bat bat
Hit 'em with a bat bat bat
brownin'
Call you my little brown skin (yes)
Hey, you, girl, say you makin' me sing
Sing like ting-a-ling-ling (yo)
'Cause you my brown skin girl (ayy)
Nigga, I'ma tell you straight off the bat
I got a MAC in this bag with twenty grams of crack
And I'ma sit in the back seat of yo' 'Lac
Just in case I
Ross]
Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money
I thank god for the meal he prepared for me
Taking my fam and my little dog money
Thank god
hips while he kissing it
Pretty brown, brown driving me wild
He like to watch me bite my lips just a little bit
Pretty brown, brown driving me wild
He
a fool to want better
I thought that we were the same
Instead you got me here weeping
Peace marching and preaching
To remain a slave
Little brown blues
a little somethin' extra
We like to do a little thing we call the brown nose
And we'd like all you fine ladies and gentlemen here tonight
To help us out in
of my neck
Refrain
If you got the red chip
You're on the crazy ship
When you look around the town
You'll see all the people turnin' black and brown
Mhm
Mhm
Mhmmmhm
I need some brown
Some brown sugar
A little bit of lovin that's sweet and not bitter
Some brown
Some brown sugar
Shoot me with some
little niggas
We pound niggas and drown niggas and
Hemmied up, that brown, niggas
All my niggas get stemi'd up
Hennessy, Louie V
Me and you, me
Molly Brown, waits for me
In a little one-horse town
And Boley, Oklahoma
Where white folks don't come around
I'm thinkin' about you, Molly
I'm
Brown sugar, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I lick you like brown sugar, make me right
Brown sugar, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Ayo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)
But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap
Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat
Ayo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)
But Bo don't know jack, 'cause Bo can't rap
Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat
to bat
No batteries included, and no strings attached
No holds barred, no time for move faking
Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon
Sittin‘ in my room
Waitin‘ for the gloom
Just to ask myself
If there‘s a man on the moon
And I feel sick
Just a little bit
Home alone
Starin’ at my
knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)
But Bo don't know jack, cause Bo can't rap
Well what do you know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat
No
ticky tac
curvy body plus your baby fat
little jiggle in the middle bitch shake that ass
ham and cheese with a baseball bat
ham and cheese with
what that means
Little nomi is a queen
You may call me Kna
But I love when mama say
Brown sugar baby
Brown sugar babyyyyyyy
Brown sugar baby
Brownnn
gonna break up
Beat murder spree til these mothafuckas wake up
Hal Brown Hal Brown Hal Brown Hal Brown
Hal Brown Hal Brown Hal Brown Hal Brown
The name is
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