Lyrics:
Oh yeah
Look at you, you lil' dirty ass nigga you ain't shit
Oh
Bongo By The Way
They used to tell me that I wouldn't be nothing
Yeah
Now
your house
Now I laugh and I cry as I sit in my car by myself
We said we wouldn’t leave, said we wouldn’t be alone
You said you’d marry me, how could you
a fupa and a brown skin
Come get a key to apartments
All of her makeup is made by Rihanna
No Avon shit
I be a G, no Vinchy
Smoke a blunt and get raunchy
understand
It was written by a man
Only playing with our words
When we so wanted to be happy
I watch you on the telly
And you answer all my questions
Watson,
Wanted man by Jeannie Brown
Wanted man by Nellie Johnson,
Wanted man in this next town
I've had all that I wanted of a lot of things I've had
old songs.
Sing.
I throw my pennies in an old milk jug. I'll have me a fortune someday.
He throws his pennies in an old milk jug, but a fortune he'll
lips are both a blessing and a curse
Crimson like the skies
Of December
As one, connected by this flaming touch
Racing like our hearts
Thrill and danger
Know some niggas relieve their Stress by hitting another jugg
Drinking out the faucet cause I Couldn't afford the jugs
Had to come back with that Profit
And i can find no peace
Brown hearts all in my sheets
Turning in my sleep
Im haunted by these memories
And my heart's been so weak
Still wear it
from a jug
And I did it with my day ones
Breathe in breathe out don't waste it
Control your breathing everybody's got face them
Total Concentration
Total
was brown and hungry,
One a red injun girl,
One child was black and angry,
One from the other half the world.
And as he heard their silent
Sit by my side
Come as close as the air
Share in a memory of gray
And wander in my words
Dream about the pictures
That I paint of changes
winning guile
I hear her melodies, like joys gone by
Sighing round my heart o'er the fond hopes that die
Sighing like the night wind and sobbing like
turning evil for the cash
i was doing bad
kinda doing better now
fuck ya bitch
just like a misses
told her i wont kiss it
gotta cut the nappy
couldn't believe her eyes
I walked in with cape, with jewels on, you know I'm the captain
Outside by the Cadillac three brothers rappin', soundin' wack
could be my shorty
Ay girl
If you gotta man you can keep him
Ay girl
'Cause baby I'm worth the cheating
Ay girl
With them pretty brown eyes
Slim waist,
always a possible maybe yeah
Jasse Pha
Eggs grits by the dozen it's just your country cousin sometimes I might be a slight buzzin' uh huh thought it
tree
Under the gum tree
The gum tree
I am a priest and I philosophize
I eat my waste and then I prophesize
I’m the Catholic Church, I can
da jug
They scared by my mean mug
I keep it one hundred
Its all love
I'm authentic
No knock off
Far from hard never soft
Call me what you want that in
the heather green
And made for her a bed,
and taken has he his gay mantle
And o'er it has spread.
Take off your clothes now King Henry
And lie down by my
I don't wanna go to sleep
I want to tell the story
Of the girl who showed me how to live my life
Always call at reckless days
She knows what book
down
who are you
The locks got so brown
how days just fly by
now you can go
back to being high
Who else do I need to be
might have to lower my
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
Sunglasses on,
you put your back on my front and my tings come alive
I got a thing for them eyes, them pretty brown eyes and them city guys look back when they see us
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