Brown Sugar

Do, do, do-do, do, do
Do, do, do-do, do, do

I see you acting on my face like you are unaffected
I see the lost in your eyes when you with your new friends
Remember when we use to cruising thru the city, yeah
Acting fool with yo' right hand on my booty, yeah

We want from smoking and drinking, fucking gettin' lit to
Fighting and crying
Lying and dying, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know we used to be good friends
But suddenly everything changed and it all ends, yeah
When I saw your eyes babe, it was almost instant
And I still don't know why we became so distant, so distant
But anyway, I became a real ass bitch and you like it
But you never gonna have it anymore, boy

You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee
You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee
You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee
You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee

I'm da kind of independent black girl, only real girls on my block
You will never ever gonna be like us
You will never come from where we from
Bitch, get out my face and give me some space
I will teach you to stay at your place
Becky you can do it, but you not up to it
Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-boy!

Boy, if you don't like it fuck you I'm on it
I can't see my limits, I'm da girl for a minute
Tryna do my milli' and I be flexin' on niggas
And I be stuntin' on niggas
'Cause you be playin' all day
Ain't got time for you niggas
Bye, bye, bye, bye! Bye, bye, bye, bye!

You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee
You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee
You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee
You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee

Brown sugar, Kahlua, toffee
Black girls are magic for me
Brown sugar, Kahlua, toffee
Respect da melanin papi!
Aye, respect da melanin, papi
Ooh, I'm ya fav sassy bitch
You're my fav lil D
You wanna fuck with me?
I told you I'm a petty bitch

Stop that, get Crunk
Where my weed so we can roll up?
Stop that, come with us
My black bitches ready to turn up

I'm feeling like a trap queen and you know that's all I need
You mad 'cause I'm happy, but you still looking at me
Why are you so jealous? Stop hating I'm dangerous
I'm delicious, I'm marvelous
Fucking so precious

M-A-N on da game
Not really for da fame
M-A-N on da game
Peachy like Ajak Deng

Stop that, get Crunk
Where my weed so we can roll up?
Stop that, come with us
My black bitches ready to turn up

You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee
You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee
You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee
You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee



Credits
Writer(s): Nicolas Raphael Sebastian Beghin, Mariamou Cisse Cisse Kante
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