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Brown (What)
Now it's Dizzy or the Crown
By the quarter pound (Aah)
Ya bitch is nowhere to be found
When i come in town (Nope)
Stoner chicks, we going up

the
Shit I got for Givenchy
Live by the code, I'm da Vinci
Stay with the blade on me
Think that I'm Kenshin
Pop me a shroom, now I'm jumping dimensions
Got

me
I wish they did and I don't
Front on all these rap songs i need a brick
They know I ain't a cunt where I'm from
I'm with the shit's and I'm just

could make songs
And still burst packs
Free my big bro loops, on his final third lap
Niggas hating cah he a made a
Quick 50 in the can
Always saying I got

never happen even if I'm off a batman
Another reason I'ma end this
Song and stop rapping, stop capping
Bitch

I been doing this shit these
Lil' niggas

here, but my mind still
Think about you often
Make a ring around my coffin
Finessing songs until the rain die (yeah)
Wing arms when the pain come
I bring

Every single day at 4: 30 AM I wake up
I'm so angry at all the injustice
I donated cash by the hundreds
What's this? Oh, it's my new Ferrari
It's not

outside, nigga
That's my song
Yeah, I might hit a nigga just like a bong
Well, I might hit your bitch like a gong
We chillin' by the food truck in the zone

and your fat-ass thighs

Told her I make rap songs
It ain't just for the club
Real street shit
It ain't just for the thugs
She said she heard 25th and
How

that
You’re the loser i’ll find someone cooler

And that’s the truth
I’d rather put your ass on mute
I’d rather take every love song that i wrote
About

a different kinda rapper
Brain like a mind mapper
Call me verbal attacker
Seep thoughts into yo head one
By one getting faster
Chump change in the game grind

All I know are sad songs
Yeah, I live in a glass home
But I still be gettin mad stoned
This real, not Hasbro
Strong-arm like Satchmo
You wanna

shit!
Yeah! We laugh, this is TBM radio
You're rocking out with your boy
I got some boys on deck and this boy
He go by the name Fred The Godson!

hit of this ninja dab
Wax out layups toss-up
Walk-ups can't handle our
The smoke in they chest by
The way they cough up
Don't try to hang with the boys

home
That's why I live in your
Speakers through this song
That's why they turn it up
So loud the bass hit's
And you can feel me when I'm gone
And when I

They say he will come Will come with sunrise A face marred by the dust Of threshing grounds

They say he will come After the dryness in my throat Has

Will come to your rescue

Go ahead and guess the singer of that song
Good old Sergeant Hale will correct you when you're wrong
He's going to get rich

again
You might say he found a key for every door
When he first came to the mountains, his life was far away on the road and hanging by a song
But

below
And you come running your eyes will be open
And when you come back, I'll be as you want me
Only so eager to please
My little song will keep you

Before you say a word I can hear your soul
A never ending song that flows through your pores
I see you, I hear you, I touch you, I love you
I know, I fall

You got me hooked upon that song
Five years and five lives long
You were wrong and i was wrong
This ship ain't coming home

And I had no shadow

of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the
Flash of a neon light that split the night
And touched the sound

You hear the song? Young Yonny
Get 'em girl keke!

You gon' love me boy, you gon' love me not
You gon' love me boy, you gon' love me not
You gon'

as
The time goes by
All I need, all I need is my ride or die
We got a bond, I never knew we had
She keeps my big fat shank in her Louis bag
Uh, She fell in love