Brown Boys
Shout out my bitch
She been holdin' it down
Yeah shout out to my bitch, she be holdin' it down for a minute, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin' fast
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we get that cash
Yeah, yeah I twist my rip my whip fast, hips low, my bitch bad
I skirt skirt with some brown boys, big guns, new toys
These wastemans let 'er watch, behind our back they let 'er talk
I walk it like I talk it, she wetter than a faucet
My gang full of bosses, we only talkin' profit
Tokin' on some toxic
Sittin' in the office
I ain't sleep in like a week, I been rollin on some adderall
Mix it with the Xanees, all the damage is collateral
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin' fast
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we get that cash
My bitch flawless, make my haters mad, these streets cold, make me sleep with my gat
Brown boys, brown boys yeah we livin fast, brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
Brown boys, brown boys yeah we livin fast, brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
Brown boys, brown boys yeah we livin fast, brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
My bitch flawless, make my haters mad, these streets cold, make me sleep with my gat
Yo Muskaan you hearing this? It's sick right?
YOOOOO, I'm telling you man your man's gonna blow up and shit
I'm gonna buy you a diamond ring right when I blow up
Muskaan even though your muslim like my mom is gonna accept you after this
She's gonna be like, she's gonna be like: "Man my puth is like blowing up and stuff
Don't worry you can do whatever you want"
It's gonna be sick tho
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin fast
Brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
My bitch flawless, make my haters mad, these streets cold make me sleep with my gat
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin fast
Brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin fast
Brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin fast
Brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
My bitch flawless, make the haters mad, these streets cold, make me sleep with my gat
She been holdin' it down
Yeah shout out to my bitch, she be holdin' it down for a minute, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin' fast
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we get that cash
Yeah, yeah I twist my rip my whip fast, hips low, my bitch bad
I skirt skirt with some brown boys, big guns, new toys
These wastemans let 'er watch, behind our back they let 'er talk
I walk it like I talk it, she wetter than a faucet
My gang full of bosses, we only talkin' profit
Tokin' on some toxic
Sittin' in the office
I ain't sleep in like a week, I been rollin on some adderall
Mix it with the Xanees, all the damage is collateral
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin' fast
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we get that cash
My bitch flawless, make my haters mad, these streets cold, make me sleep with my gat
Brown boys, brown boys yeah we livin fast, brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
Brown boys, brown boys yeah we livin fast, brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
Brown boys, brown boys yeah we livin fast, brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
My bitch flawless, make my haters mad, these streets cold, make me sleep with my gat
Yo Muskaan you hearing this? It's sick right?
YOOOOO, I'm telling you man your man's gonna blow up and shit
I'm gonna buy you a diamond ring right when I blow up
Muskaan even though your muslim like my mom is gonna accept you after this
She's gonna be like, she's gonna be like: "Man my puth is like blowing up and stuff
Don't worry you can do whatever you want"
It's gonna be sick tho
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin fast
Brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
My bitch flawless, make my haters mad, these streets cold make me sleep with my gat
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin fast
Brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin fast
Brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that
Brown boys, brown boys, yeah we livin fast
Brown boys brown boys, yeah we get that cash
My bitch flawless, make the haters mad, these streets cold, make me sleep with my gat
Credits
Writer(s): Arundeep Sandhu
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