Meet The Browns

Yo
Right on it no playin' around Back when everybody hate Chris, I'm takin' her down
Usually got tequila right now
We drinkin' the brown
It's her first time so she really
Just meeting the browns
It's a win I'm seein' it now
I need me a bitch that's gon' cater Like Destiny Child
Not a bitch that's
Hating on the low
She fakin' her smile
In a carousel dark horse
She ain't comin' around
Nah she ain't comin' around
Feel like Saint Nick the way a Nigga be coming to town
Keep her on the side, cause you Know I be breakin' her down
Tryna find a nigga that's gon' love Her help raisin' a child
All that suckin your teeth,
All that rasing in your brows
All that runnin your mouth
All that hittin' on me
But I ain't callin' a foul
But I'm still takin' her out
She the type of bitch that ain't Gon' listen to dick in her mouth
Type of bitch that still listen to Gucci she straight from the South
All that talkin' real loud
All that black and I'm proud
Feeling like I'm Malcom way my Ex take shots from the crowd
I'm that national treasure
They lookin' for
But they never found
You that cash that's in the safe
But it's never sound
You that moment we had hope
But you let us down
I had the words up on my chest You see the letters now
You don't gotta make a penny Make your family proud
You don't gotta make
Feel like Oscar now shout out the snack
Sometimes it can get a little Scrappy they holdin' me back
This the part of the Venn diagram That overlap

I just feel like it's very tropical
It's somewhere I never been
I just wanna visit and see what they have out there

Yo
Right on it no playin' around Back when everybody hate Chris, I'm takin' her down
Usually got tequila right now
We drinkin' the brown
It's her first time so she really
Just meeting the browns
It's a win I'm seein' it now
I need me a bitch that's gon' cater Like Destiny Child
Not a bitch that's
Hating on the low
She fakin' her smile
In a carousel dark horse
She ain't comin' around



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Writer(s): Kyrone Davis
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