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I’m getting the racks check off my list making that brown bread
Who gonna ride that be my bros we don’t got no friends
Hop in the ride took

She said she really grew up poor like me
Don't believe in nothin' but the Almighty
Just a likkle jeans and a pure white tee
She never did forever be

You there with them light brown eyes
This ain't a love song it's a letter to you (ahh)

You there with them light brown eyes
You there, type fine

crazy till he clowned out
He's just a joke like Peter Griffin
And this right here the belly, call me Cleveland in the Brown House
Yeah I sell dope

go to church and learn to pray

Cornbread, feather bed, buttermilk, scratch my head

Brown cow, cat's meow, come on mule pull my plow

Oats and bread,

to church and learn to pray
Cornbread, feather bed, buttermilk
Scratch my head brown cow, Cat's meow
C'mon mule, pull my plow!
Oats and bread, turkey breast

I'm saying
My shit complex y'all shit just plain
Like a brown bag of m&ms y'all niggas is lame

Lames stay in ya lane
Cause the shit i spit is high

Tamir Rice michael Brown and Sandra Bland
Say they name black and Proud
If this is gunna ever end!
Cuz I don’t even know no more
Screaming til my vocal

Jesus
Piece with the brown ice
(Whoa oh oh) Eatin' good: vegetarian
With the brown rice
(Ayy) Girls kissin' girls, ‘cause it's hot
Right? (Ayy) But unless

and Mike Brown
Them pigs'll gun you down and call it standin' they ground
The situation whack, we need a moment of silence
Or violence, I'm only being honest

That boy Nasir and Chauncey

Long braids, brown eyes
Weigh 135, she like 5'5
I see them thighs on her
Make me want to multiply
She's a queen, her

Krispy

Kia Shine

Due Season [Clean]

2007

{I'm so krispy, I'm so krispy
I'm so krispy, I'm so krispy
I'm so krispy, I'm so krispy}

I'm so krispy, I'm so krispy
My jeans nine hundred, shoes

Now my proposal, it's the global
From California to courts, it's over God, so taste the tofu
Remember baggy jeans, the Timberlands in November
Shorty

at girl you make me wanna sing
or something take you home tryna get you outta them jeans
or something your sex make your ass wanna finea
or something your

Dennis Rodman

Gucci Mane

Young Rich N*ggas

2013

that's that money team (Rich Paul)
Band jump like trampoline in my Billy Jean
Ridin' around, smokin' on stank
Switch your hair around like you're my bae

Most Kingz

Jay-Z

All Black Everything

2010

Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle
Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto
So it's tough being Bobby Brown
To be Bobby then, you gotta

Yellow Tape

Fat Joe

Yellow Tape

friends hit (that's swag swag)
What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean, sipping lean
Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam
When I

tees, fifty dollar briefs
Five hundred dollar jeans, thousand dollar sneaks
And I'm so wavy, I'm so wavy
The girls go crazy, yeah
I can get you lipstick,

When you'd
Kiss me on the red line
With some holes in my jeans and a bottle of cheap wine
Now i taste july in all of my daydreams
So maybe shits not

got is 16's and a big scheme
Tryna fill my pockets up till i get ripped jeans

Gotta learn from my mistakes 
Cutting grass revealin snakes
Niggas really

I got a chain
Smoke in the pistol it blow out Her brain
I can’t restrain, nah I let it bang
Robin jeans, car Bruce Wayne
Girl gotta Kik talking luke

Gang gang gang
Fuck is niggas talking bout man
Yea
Meechie baby so fresh and so clean
Niggas run when i get to the scene
No crib but amiri'd ya jeans

a honkytonk man
He wears jeans in his dreams, plays fiddle in the band
I quit believin' long ago, now I'm his biggest fan
Changed my mind when I realized
Santa

gotta hold your head high
You won't find love when on Your knees
But I love when you tug my jeans
Lemme tell you bout wants and Needs
Conflicted by want