| Under seventeen was when her body started impressin'
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| Been under scrutiny from dudes since early adolescence
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| Understood the game, understood just how to play it
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| She understood underprivileged was overrated
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| Always under pressure, 'cause her face was unforgiving
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| Underage, but her body done seen hella living
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| With attention undivided, she had understanding
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| That underneath it all the money was what really mattered
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| And her mentality was, «Fuck it man, I gotta have it»
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| Had seen her mother struggle underwater with finances
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| With no father, unsupervised, she learned to manage
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| Undeterred, she would serve 'em till it hurt from damage
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| Under-educated, but she knew enough to know
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| The golden rule is that you rule if you control the gold
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| And her cat was golden, so she understood her role
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| Kept the money foldin', on the under, never told
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| See uh
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| Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes
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| Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie
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| Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high
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| By her early twenties she was under the illusion
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| Men would always spend whenever sex was introduced
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| Used to playin' games under covers, under wraps
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| Under the misconception sex would always bring the snaps
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| Unpredictable, her lifestyle was hella shady
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| Tryin' to trap a baller, get him whupped and have his baby
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| Under the influence, underweight and hella skinny
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| Loud-talking out in public like that shit was pretty
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| Under-educated, never knew what she was missin'
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| Didn’t understand the fact she didn’t have to pimp the kitten
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| 'Til a real pimp came along and got her twisted
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| And put the hanger on that ass, cold and unforgiving
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| «Bitch, stay down, lay down and get my bread»
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| 'Fore he put the smack down that was all he said
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| All she wanted was to be like Kim Kardashian
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| Funny how that works, on the mattress, back again
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| You see, uh
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| Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes
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| Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie
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| Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high
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| I wish pops let me off on the mattress
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| I wish pops let me off- let me off
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| I wish pops let me off on the mattress
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| I wish pops let me off- let me off
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| Free, free, free, free, free
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| I wish pops let me off on the mattress
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| I wish pops let me off- let me off
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| I wish pops let me off on the mattress
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| I wish pops let me off-
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| Free, free, free
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| See uh
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| Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes
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| Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie
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| Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high
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| Under the circumstances, twenty-eight seemed like a blessing
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| Tried to undergo a transformation to escape
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| Went underground for awhile, stayed undetected
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| But it was understaffed at the shelter and she left it
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| Took her chances though they all told her to be cautious
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| She was unconcerned, their alarm was met with nonchalance
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| Called the undertaker, cause they found her unresponsive
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| In her underwear underneath a parking structure
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| It was too late to understand what could’ve saved her
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| Underestimate these streets and end up under daisies
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| So much untapped potential underneath the surface
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| In the end, gotta ask, «Was it really worth it?»
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| So sad, she was caught up in the undertow
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| Never really knowing, never had a chance to really grow
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| All alone, just a full grown little girl
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| In the underbelly of the hellish underworld
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| See uh
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| Lovely, lovely, lovely Brown Eyes
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| Girl you know we need you, that’s no lie
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| Brothers when you see 'em, hold 'em high |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brown Eyes , by - Claytoven RichardsonSong from the album Pistol Politics, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп