Lyrics:
sail, on dry land tell 'em yeah
But my life is incomplete and I'm so blue
'Cause I can't get next to you
I can't get next to you, babe (next to you
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
numba'
Brown eyed girl
Hotter than the summa'
Around you I get dumba'
I could be your one
Brown eyed girl
Listen miss beautiful
I can be your
sail, on dry land tell 'em yeah
But my life is incomplete and I'm so blue
'Cause I can't get next to you
I can't get next to you, babe (next to you
ARTHUR: Well, I AM king...
DENNIS: Oh king, eh, very nice. An' how'd you get that, eh? By
exploitin' the workers -- by 'angin' on to outdated
weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang
weed
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed
I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang
masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic til you can't resist
Everybody, I say it goes like this
Well I was coming home
Late one dark afternoon
Reporter stopped me
at the party
Hotties move they bodies
Flex on your ex
Get it shawty
I could be your next if you're naughty
Said I could be your next if you're naughty
I might
you're a playboy, yeah, yeah!
Daddy cool, with a ninety dollar smile (oh yeah)
Took my money out of gratitude
And he get right out of town
Well, I
she's gone, you can't buy love without game
The Shuga gotcha, lame!
Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me baby, Sweet Brown Shuga!
Tell 'em 'bout me
[Sleepy Brown]
This is dedicated to the lover (to the lover)
In you... In you... In you
I can't wait, I can't wait
I can't wait, no can't wait
[Sleepy Brown]
This is dedicated to the lover (to the lover)
In you... In you... In you
I can't wait, I can't wait
I can't wait, no can't wait
them not talk about the next day
Cause the next day them gone, and you sit alone
Got 'em soup up your mic, pon de micraphone
[Chorus]
Brown skin
my boy, my boy
Who gon' bring my crown to me? (Yeah)
And who won' try to fuck with me? (Ay)
Faded off the brown (brown)
She can't get enough
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
Well, poor old Brown now has trouble with the gout,
He grumbles in his little parlor when he can't get out
Oh and when I make a purchase, lord, and she
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
Overstepping it
You can’t mess with this
You gon get with this
What’s next
20k for the flex, the flex
What’s good
3 piece for the crew, the crew
Im cool
Check
crazy
By the way I'm moving to the beat
You're standing on the wall
What you come here for?
You're gonna feel the heat
Dancing next to me
If you
You're a playboy (yeah, yeah)
Daddy cool, with a ninety dollar smile
(Woo, woo, woo, woo yeah)
Took my money out of gratitude
And he get right out of town
(Forbes)
Brown paper bag (oh)
When you get it make sure you count your racks (racks racks whoo)
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing
grade weed stalks
That make you cease talk ease off
And flu by jack and him beanstalk though
What a Merry Christmas would be
If me get a ganja stalk fia
far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well,
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