Lyrics:
a Burberry top
Snow White clean
And a Clarks
Yh di brown one please
Haffi fresh
Caucasian meal
So we mek di money it nuh grow pan tree Yh
Blue jeans
3D
New
her call me darkie
Got the brown skin and im tasting Like a smartie
Baby girl she godly
She down in that jean like she Downing for the army
LuLu
my blue jeans on.
I woke up had three missed calls.
They said: James Brown is gone.
(James Brown is Dead)
(I regret to report,
Have you heard
Cuz man a fresh n clean (you dun no)
When you see me in my designer jeans (you dun no)
Dun know we gonna mash up the scene (you dun no)
And I'm
Cuz man a fresh n clean (you dun no)
When you see me in my designer jeans (you dun no)
Dun know we gonna mash up the scene (you dun no)
And I'm
take it higher and higher
Whenever you run into
Some things that they say aren't true
Don't forget who you are
Girl, you came way too far
Brown
My b*tch she on fleek yeah
Pretty girl brown skin yeah
Make up on her cheeks yeah
Curly hair so sleek yeah
Rips on her heart I got rips in my jeans
I'm brown that's a whole being
They call me black
That's a real thing
Hair nappy
Kids happy
Got it from
Mamma and my daddy
Good jeans
What that mean
I
Brown skin
Spirit serpentine
Ass jiggles hard to miss in jeans
Can't fathom beauty mentally
Face been other worldly
She Bad as fuck
Time glitch
Then you showed me what it meant
You showed up looking clean
You were wearing your brown jeans
Then you showed me what it means
What it means to be so
in her jeans
This bad B got drip, no drown
Looking boujee and her skin tone's brown
She wanna do Bonnie and Clyde up town
But I just wanna jeet
on, got you laced in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you call home?
[Foxy Brown]
Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world
You know the whole
Chorus 1
I'm feeling good
Like a drive with some bass and sexy caps
I'm feeling good
Like a James Brown tune with horns and sax
I'm feeling good
Like
The re up kame in so we sell it to the feigns
Brown, molly or the beans
Daps up for the G's
Huh
No nigga telling me nothing
Say that you strapped but
[Intro: Tha Real Brown Boy]
Ha! Talk shit bitch!
Yeah we on yo ass!
Uh huh yeah we on yo ass
Uh huh woah
[Hook: Tha Real Brown Boy]
cy! Cruising
Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
With your brown eyes
And your blue jeans
I heard the chiming of the clocks
Kick out the shifting
Shuffling rhythm of your docs
Hit the road with my
thang
I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main
Brown
(I'm gonna play the world)
(Gon’ change the game)
I got blue on my jeans
I got red on my shoes
I got yellow in my teeth
So much green I could lose
I got
jeans you stashed in a brown box
I feel like those kids pyjamas that you don't use anymore
And there's a lot of things I wish that I could do,
Like
dreams
Is hopelessly in love with you
And a young man
In ripped jeans
Would do anything at all for you
Long brown hair, beautiful smile
Short blonde hair,
jeans now she looking at me sexually
That's right, that's right I'm fried Hennessy got me floating
Brown juice overdosing
Sip sip come and taste my
dreams
Is hopelessly in love with you
And a young man
In ripped jeans
Would do anything at all for you
Long brown hair, beautiful smile
Short blonde hair,
Not the Red Baron
Not Charlie Brown
Think I got the message figured
Another pilot down
And are their devils with halos
In beautiful capes
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