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But no vatican, hit hard like that man from Kazakhstan
Blow shit up like taliban and have a plan
Love it when it comes together, but try to play me
wanna be happy like Forrest before he broke up with Citlali
Ion want no bum by my side, gotta have a couple hobbies
Like that one girl that whip that red
me love you, baby
Don't put me down."
Makes no difference where she's been
I'm go in south and doin' them things again
Bake in a hot tub, down
in Miami
(the) barkeep keep pouring me brown
That's gonna cause trouble
And she giving em for free so
I can stay in her vicinity
I'm thrown by
no evil eyes be glowing red like an evil demon
Get my dick up you'll be dicked down stack my money up acquire by the pound
From the far East like
Simple as opposed to plain, there's a huge difference there
One time for mine, one time for mine
And we do it out of Brown Love
And we do it out
[Intro]
What's goin on world?
It's Pop Da Brown Hornet
Chillin wit Black, Blackstreet, Chauncey
This song is dedicated to, inspired by
Brother
on the run
I'm a low down
Mister fly by night
Baby slow down
Let me show you right
I sure don't wanna hurt no one
So, don't tell me you love me
face girl, you better not tell no lies
I'ma leave like I'm wrong even though I'm right, yeah
Money comin' fast and slow (and slow)
Pass by time, we go
to lie
Whities like to do it worse than anybody around
I am not no racist just an observer of life
You could take me down
But you aint chris brown
You cant
wanna WIN
Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin
Teaching y'all lessons since 76
From Wayne Brown to James Davis
Don Matthews, Bob Comeau
That's family,
Desireé
You ain't no concern, I'ma wait and see what Heaven say
I got a brother by the name of Snicky Ricky Wade
He said - Bubba, real careers ain't
bars but niggas sleeping no xans
I love this music
Put my heart in it, my fans like a stent
They keep me going
Time on my side, I'm destined to win
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
I'm not an ATM machine (yeah, no, hey)
What do I do when I can't do what I do? (What)
How can I win, if I can't win with truth? (Oh)
Got a couple
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
boy, eat"
Did it on my own no scam, no cheat
No label, no chat, no meet
All love here, no gap, no sweet
Niggas in my ends hate me 'cause they're
that it's real
and I feel it every day
And I'm not gonna lay no story on you, girl
if my story wasn't true
'Cause you must know by now, I wrote this
I am a beast
I am a menace
Wondering why
They aint calling me dennis
Got racks and a chain
No dent in my pocket
Believe in your eyes
They still in
just came home
Went to jail before cell phones
My nigga wasn’t right or wrong
That wasn’t love to the homies that’s gone
Yup, love my niggas
Pete Rock
I luv, I luv i luv, I luv, I luv i luv
Talk about it, yeah talk about it
Dimes, brown skinned dimes
Dimes, light skinned dimes yeah
a light-brown, thick thing like Trina
(yeah, haha)
Um, you prolly seen us (Uh huh, yeah)
Ripping the streets with no top between us
You're so genius
That's my
to the cross
I mean there's more but that's enough for today
Real Christians are known by putting love on display
So if the fake Jesus appears anywhere near
nigga, this a model S, this ain't no coupe
She said I'm lookin' modelesque, I said that's true
Pretty brown skin, still ain't got tattoos
I need my own
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