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Hot Toddy
Hot Hot Hot Toddy

It's the brown chick
With the soft lips
And the thick hips
Walk by
Hit the hip switch
Get his dick stiff
Good girl
Still

brown on the speaker that's our midnight blues
Other dudes stuck in line while I slid on through
I had to get on you

I'm Gracious
I'm thankful for your

been on the same thing
I'm a bitch, I stop by three o'clock, say, better not play no game

This perky got me rocked so hard, so I'ma put this dick all up

Ima hustlers hustla got it through and through
Give a fuck bout a customer I sell you to you
Crack rock weed sniffles and even hash browns
If u want it

Brown hair, small waist, blue eyes
Got the kinda smile you would walk a hunnid miles for
Flared jeans, good genes, so fly
Got the kinda style basic

hear a lot of noise
I'm Lil Baby, so, it's only right I got a lot of toys
I'm like damn 'em if they hatin'
She been stuck for a few days
These jeans

Give Me That

Bun B

Savage Life

2005

five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds 
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown 
Bad lil' broad I ain't seen her in a minute

Give Me That

Bun B

Texas Legends

2006

five foot seven a hundred and thirty nine pounds 
Thirty six twenty four thirty eight pretty fine brown 
Bad lil' broad I ain't seen her in a minute

We went down town
To a little latin bar 
Smoke got up in my face when
I opened up the door
People in the place
Dancin dirty on the floor
Pretty baby

Street), but a North Memphis baby (baby)
Switches hit him, leave him lazy (grrt, boom, boom)
Cut him off by his navel (boom)
Still servin' the neighbors

She got a tattoo peeking out her blue jeans
Devil's horns on a dust cloud on the back of a Goldwing headed south
Got a bible that her daddy gave

Grand Hang Out

Fat Joe

Sweat [Clean]

2004

Marley, the hydraulicals
You heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire you
High definition to any form of telecast
Me and young dirty got plenty

they're the cutest set of eyes I can find
Sandy brown, with a smile enough to take the crown
Baby blue and ocean deep enough to drown into
Forest green,

these niggas fake
They approach you in a disguise
I don’t rock designer jeans
Catch me in some Levi’s
Always looking forward to the cash
I got green eyes

or love me nigga theres no in between
Oppressed by my ops genocide within my race
Id be mad too if i were you baby nigga all these blue faces

This ones for

gon' beat him up
She just post me on her page, told her leave it up
Got a bitch stay in Compton right by Eat 'Em Up
Real friendly 'round the bitches,

Gangsta Walk

Snoop Dogg

Dead Man Walkin

2000

seas
Eightball slippin', Dogg Pound trippin'
Back in the mo', where we don't give a fuck
My baby brother NYA, and just he got stuck
By them same

her
I still got the rhythm and got my blues
I've got few women who sucks my Candy like you
But oh candi 
Oh how I love you
Said o candi 
Pour one for me

fucking for some cabbage
Yeah baby girl what to fuck with me yea she see I got status
But I'mma make her work for this yeah put her to the challenge
What

this shit one and one
I do not shop at Fendi, I can't tote a gun
She cannot hit the cup, it'll numb her tongue
Louis Vuitton, jeans in the Gucci tongues

Baby you a bad b**** a n**** wanna hit that real s*** real n**** flow baby take that
I wanna take home mommy f*** you to you say papi
I'm a fly N****

in blue jeans with a daisy in her hair

I walked over to her and introduced myself
I said, "Now that we know each other
If your not with someone else,

baby
Ashin' all the blunts, drinkin' Maybelline
Ashin' all the blunts in the trophy
You gotta ask her how she know me if she know me
And ask her date

always something I turn right back around 
On her, I make her purr 
Got  a pair of blue jeans she's my bell bottom girl
I don't mind she's one of a kind