Lyrics:
me are you feeling alright?
Came heavy, you gone leave here light
Cause that right there is my
Cause that right there is my
Brown Skin Fruit
My
empty vodka bottles
I be high, he be drunk, that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclinin'
When I stop, rims don't keep spinnin', they keep
empty vodka bottles
I be high, he be drunk, that my roll model
I rolls by you with my seat reclinin'
When I stop, rims don't keep spinnin', they keep
Let's go my friend lets go to taco brown
Right now right now I'm hungry
I want to eat something good
So my friend if you want to eat something good
You look at me and baby, all you see are my blue eyes.
I'm not a man baby, all I am is what I symbolize.
Brown-eyed woman. (Stay away, baby.)
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on,
to behold sunrise again, ain't ours to choose
But deciding to celebrate each day
I'm graced to have you by my side, that I can choose
Your arrival marked my
the deuce
Pour me another I'm up by the deuce pour me another I'm up by the deuce
Ok ok ok ok (5'5 with the brown eyes)
Ok ok ok ok (5'5 with the brown eyes)
flex!)
You don't want to get involved, not at all
Man I swear to god these brown moms got more ice than all of y'all
Swear to god these brown girls more
I got it
I ain’t never got to show that I’m popping
No show no Dough in my pocket
Brown baby just know
You got it
They don’t want you to know
You got
so I could go to the 7-11 to eat
And he was like, "you idiot why are you stealing, just ask me bro,"
And I was supposed to get a job, I was
my little brown skin
Hey you girl, you are making me sing
Sing like ding-a-ling-a-ling
You’re my brown skin girl
You’re my brown skin gi-i-i-i-i
I walk down my street at night
The city lights are strange and violent
I am comforted by the approaching sounds of trucks and sirens
Even though
Brown.
Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown.
They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown,
I'll tell you just why, you know I
.
Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown.
They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown,
I'll tell you just why, you know I don't
Brown.
Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown.
They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown,
I'll tell you just why, you know I
.
Two left feet, but oh, so neat has Sweet Georgia Brown.
They all sigh and wanna die for Sweet Georgia Brown,
I'll tell you just why, you know I don't
Ahh, Skrr
(You know what the fuck goin on)
They want this shit foreal tho Ight
(You know how the fuck I'm coming )
Bag bitch on my banana on camera
We are on the flow..
It's up to you
Which way you go
It's up to you
Which way you go
It's up to you
Which way you go
It's up to you
Which way you go
pass Don't let your mind wander
I'll make you eat your food fast
They asking whose that
I go by Ms. Amarachi
Not a brown paper bag girl but I still stunt
Verse 1
This very love that I feel
When I dey with Amanda
Me I no want another vibe
When I dey with Amanda
She giving me loving
Giving me torching
you been around
Mister when did you hit this big town
I wanna scream 'cos I've never seen
Such a fine brown frame
All that I have is a broken down
stood outside
As Amanda just stared at the ground
Time flies and years are piled
I'd forgotten all about her
When I saw her down the aisle
little brown pencil you are the only one I choose
little brown pencil always there but seldom used
that is why I pick you up and never put you down
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