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golden brown
I got my catfish, deep fried
Catfish, deep fried
I got my catfish, deep fried
And I'm ready to go
Rest on a rack for a minute or two
Whip

Principal's Office

Young MC

Stone Cold Rhymin'

1989

to have Thursday's lunch,
and as I tried the apple sauce, I heard it crunch,
I'm running up the stairs with my front tooth broken,
the nurse just laughed,

Jam, Croissants, and coffee
鲱  鱼洋  葱 黑  面   包
Herring, onion, rye bread

Every one, every where, Happy New Year

丸 子  浇汁土 豆 泥
meatballs with sauce

Nah, you don't roll enough
Louis duffel bag don't hold enough
Drinking the brown liquor for both of us
Rose on table, Jesus head with the cable

YeYeYe
YeYeYe
YeYeYe
YeYeYe
Man I came in the game
They ain't give me no keys (YEA! YEA!)
Push start my motor
Don't need no key (SKRRTTT)
Drip sauce

all what is the business

I'm the shit like Who Cut The Cheese?
Keep the sticks like a drum machine
Nosey haters get the snub to breath
My sauce could

Doo Doo Brown
Monastery, Chicken head
Bust a Juke, hit the Jit
Cabbage patch, Bankhead
Butterfly, Tootsie Roll
Lean wit' it rock wit' it
Do

the lettuce, add onion rings
Jimmy John's is fast and freaky
but the cash they charge is kinda sneaky
If I'm spendin' double digit bucks
I'm gonna get

Pull up we droppin the top down
Told you lil niggas we hot now
I brought the bitches and sauce out
I got the flow that they talk bout
My heart is

that sauce since like the 6th grade
This nigga he soft had to cut him off I can tell he bitch made
I pulled up flossing this fit cost me bout like 6k

a suicide note
Who cm I?
No one that's about that
I come from down under, onions bloomin in the outback
I'm never round rats so I've never seen a mouse trap,

[Hook]

I been smokin', I been drankin', 'bout to fuck this club up (x4)

[Bridge]

Got a cooler in the back, that's full of sauce
Heater

y'all know spendin it up that's what the f*** is made for making whores leaving them wet with his venom in them yep the sauce is still dripping n*****

Icey

Young Thug

On the Rvn

2018

brown like Cocoa, the real ice tea
You're Louboutin heels, you never gon' wear Nike's
I done left you for years, this shit still the same I see
For

Slower
Farabale baby slower
She grab it two hands like i owe her
And the way she whine she make me lose composure

I need her
She a 5 foot suttin brown

hustling
Smokin weed know I’m lit at the function
Booty shaped like a onion
Fuckin on that bitch for an hour no bustin
Yeah we stayin on our paper chase
No

girlfriends shaking they ass to my music
I got the sauce, bruh, how could I lose it
If you had the sauce, you wouldn't know how to use it

Because all you do is

buds sing
First up we got crispy lumpia
It's the egg roll that makes everybody say ya
Dip it in vinegar or a sweet and sour sauce
Then crunch crunch

[Verse 1]:
Had to look over, see you in that pullover 
Brown skin beauty, met you down in Calcutta 
Rhinestone cowgirl, think I need to dance over

I get juice get mad sauce 
cnd I get many many rhymes on me 
Omo to da Funmi ni action 
Cuz I dey love u with passion ni 

I tell u baby make u ride

you give me a job	
Pay me good cash
This is where I am	
Eating chips and apple pie
With brown sauce vinegar applied to the mash
This is where I am

Bobby Brown my Tenderoni
Might just David your Goliath
Chopped the head off of a giant (ugh)
You ain't messin' with beginners, we in
Here to win it, ooh,

try that, boy
You knock off like a two, three bag sushi boy

Brown and green but you no name fits right
Oh, you move like you smart, you no name

cash, yeah
I don't mean to brag
But my watch cost a Jag', yeah
Fresh in Gucci plaid, yeah
Mr. Brown swag, yeah
No, bitch can't do it like me
Fresh