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changed his mind and I
Was born with deep brown almond eyes
Would you still be mesmerized
By my smile?

cnd I know it sounds crazy but I do 
Believe that

green as the Grinch


White folk with me blaze too bunch of John Browns don’t get it confused

Use yo head before we wear it as jewels put u on the news

do,
Run right to the turf
And push right past the queue.

We'll drink
And drink
And drink
And drink
Till we can drink no more
We'll drink
And drink

Your brown eyes
I get lost in you, lost in you
Can we make love till the sunrise, sunrise

Till you’re all mine, all mine
I’ll stay right by your side

HE WcS OLD cND PcIL, cND FRcIL 
SMELLED LIKE  WHISKEY cND HE LOOKED LIKE HELL
HcD 100 cCRE FcRM HE WcS TRYING TO SELL
HE COULDN'T FIX IT UP cLL BY

girly and I wouldn't have to try
And then we pass her back cuz I never got the time
I can do it all eyes closed hands tied
I can run it all night til we

soul covered in scars 
Let's run away my black Bonnie like we wanted at large 
Let's carve out a constellation and get lost in the hours
Wait
By ya side

hair up in a ball.

Just a small town girl, USA, hell her daddy's bagging groceries, livin' day by day;
And I know she knows it ain't her place, but

Coming home to a 10 girl how you feeling 
Man that's all I ever wanted 
Was a brown haired shawty 
Trynna keep me in check 
From all the shit that I do 
I

the reason i be popping these
Ah shit, run it back

And you know all these years i've been lonely 
A solitude soldier i'm just,i'm just 
Looking for some

a fixer upper runner
I'd hate to let it go I dropped a cool lil fifteen hundred
I'm gon' be a force y'all can't do nothing 'bout this summer, look
Fucking

In a dirty run-down shack outside of town
Lives a young girl whose name is Mary Brown
Her daddy is a sickly man you see
And her mother passed away

stranger
Holy new creation has a heaven hand painter
My favorite melody a reprimand singer
Holy run through hell like I've never seen danger
New Wakanda

She's got brown curly hair
And pretty eyes for which you fell 
She's small 
She can wear high heels
And a sweet smile on her lips
In skinny jeans

Stubborn as an old oak tree
Heels dug in and roots run deep
Come sunshine or the rain

I picked em up in Colorado when I played the rodeo
Pushed the pedal

A cold winter wind chased the snow down the mountains
And it covered the brown of the grass on the plains
And there in that small house it cut

Big Ballin

Big Tymers

Cash Money Records Platinum Hits, Vol. 1 [Video/DVD]

2002

I told ya fuckin' ass I be back 
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'

brown like they Nino
Gotta put food on the table doing hand and hands
I just want my son for to ball like I'm Larry Nance
Keep it a hunnid never fifty

The leaves turning red and brown
It's chilly when I run my mouth
I try to let these colors out
And turn that frown upside down

When winter hits I

for this old heart to go

Mama's garden's bare the well run dry
Sold the plow to make it by
Memories linger of the crops we've sown
But the bank's cold

me tag ya' toe

I am

Too up to let a goofy
Bring me down

Me and Ej smokin' doobies
Sippin' brown

My phone on silent but 
The weed I keep it loud

of rhymes had me sharin' stages
With James Brown, serenading the crowd with raw underground
Hunger of a youngin', never slowin' down
Went around the world, it

number?
Wake up from your foolish slumber
It’s another of his gilded shams
You gotta understand: 

He builds himself up
By tearing things down
If the ones

it's white wine
Say she's finished work and so I bide time
'til I take her guard off and put it down beside mine
It's fine, we watch the world go by