Lyrics:
Let me tell you 'bout this girl or maybe I shouldn't
I met her in Philly and her name was Brown Sugar
See, we be making love constantly
That's why my
won't have better life
Bitch look at me I'm fine now
Young brown bad vibes
Whole squad fly now
Set a goal too far from me
No time to be online now
Past
Do you like onions by any chance?
I love onions
I love onions
Onions
Onions
Onions
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my salad
I
Called me Kris Kross
Shoutout John Brown and get em wicked off
I feel like straps on her shoulder when it slip off
Don't mistake it for a taser when it
the top and they hope that I fall
I think I'm Vageta, I'm dragging my balls
Bitch I'm back on my shit, Chris Brown with the flips
I get the cheese then I
to Magic City and the girls dance naked
I'm somewhat of a hero by the way I rap
But I'm living like an Oak town mack
I'm in the house y'all, I'm like
Yeah we gettin' real on this album y'all.
You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out here bout,
They ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland.
Oh- oo- oh
I need to know
Baby if I be myself
Will you judge me
When time passes by
Baby will you still love me
She hit up my line and she tell me
You're tuned into
BROWN DOWN & DANGEROUS
This is what I been thru
Introducing the lifestyle that made me crazy
What's crackin homie! its Maldito
my head, I gotta get from 'round y'all
Scammin', punchin' with my left hand, I played it Southpaw
It's always backwards, I never seen the hoes hound
of the squad
And Baby 'bout to buy me a house in the sky
'Cause I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself, "Why?" (Why?)
Coupe
of the squad
And Baby 'bout to buy me a house in the sky
'Cause I'm so fly
When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself, "Why?" (Why?)
Coupe
fighting
Cuz I won't ask you for much I'll bear
The burden I've lived by liking you so much
It's humbling to have you turn down all my love
It's frightening,
'm disrespectful
Y'all know I don't care 'bout these niggas
Happy New Year
Tekashi got snatched by the feds, he done
I'm like, "Damn, why they doin' that to 50
"Wait, get over here, Gregory-"
(Ahh)
God forgive me, hands full, I have sin
Won't you take he, shake the, save me
"Spin again, Spin Again"
Look,
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get a young nigga comin from the Lou rich
Still rather ramen noodles than Ruth Chris
Wait hold up
The neck I stepped on got me passed on the tab
The pharcyde kept passing me by,cabin lab
Imma madman,got my own ways to keep the shit brand
Y
it)
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (yeah)
Oh-oh (uh)
Oh, oh (woo) (uh-huh)
Oh, woah (woo)
Oh-oh (woo, Chris Brown)
(Ayy) (woo)
(Woo) (ayy)
Bindi or Barty.
Furious at the open, Kyrgios choking out there.
Like Jordin with Chris Brown: can’t breathe, no air.
Tourists are curious why you got tan
Yeah we gettin' real on this album y'all.
You know I'm hearin' all these rumors out here bout,
They ran $hort Dogg up outta East Oakland.
life my world
My nightmare stuck here won't turn
Is there a light that can shine on me?
Dear God I pray you hear hommie
This is Chris your son praying
(Haters)
"Like why Tip ain't sign you yet?"
'Cause I ain't never ask him to (Never)
Haaaa! Just look at my wrist (Bling)
You look like that and I look like
it)
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it (yeah)
Oh-oh (uh)
Oh, oh (woo) (uh-huh)
Oh, woah (woo)
Oh-oh (woo, Chris Brown)
(Ayy) (woo)
(Woo) (ayy)
the streets she a lady with a hood side
Beat another bitch for me
And that’s why
I need me a shawty with the brown skin
Freaky little thing she so arousing
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