Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brown Hair , by - Jay Critch. Release date: 01.11.2018
Song language: English
Brown Hair |
| Bad shawty with the brown hair |
| Never seen you around here |
| Money stacked in a pile, yeah |
| Kill 'em all with a smile, yeah |
| I keep some real niggas around, yeah |
| My weed so loud, it make a sound, yeah |
| Steal their money, they don’t make a sound, yeah |
| Had to move up, we was down, yeah |
| I don’t do no waitin' |
| Penthouse just for the vacation |
| This a long way from the basement |
| I spend all day money making |
| I’ma tell her |
| I don’t do no datin' |
| Strokin', don’t think she can take it |
| Fell in love when she got naked |
| Soon as I’m done, pass her off, you can take it |
| Fuck is you doing? |
| I’m making them payments |
| Balling like Crawford, I’m shaking and baking |
| Play for the Knicks but I’m on my LA shit |
| Ounce of Gelato, tryna see where that drank is |
| My bitch a model, came off the front pages |
| She wanna suck, and swallow, and taste it |
| I’m in the club, drinks by the cases |
| Money go up, the foreign keep racing |
| Bad shawty with the brown hair |
| Never seen you around here |
| Money stacked in a pile, yeah |
| Kill 'em all with a smile, yeah |
| I keep some real niggas around, yeah |
| My weed so loud, it make a sound, yeah |
| Steal their money, they don’t make a sound, yeah |
| Had to move up, we was down, yeah |
| Ayy, where the checks leanin' now, boy? |
| Make it flip, make it count, boy |
| I’m the shit, run the town, boy |
| You a it, you a clown, boy |
| She said come here nigga, you been a bad boy |
| All of these hundreds can’t fit in the bag, boy |
| She know I pick up the racks, I’m a bag boy |
| Young nigga ballin' and I break the backboard |
| You ain’t do nothin' for me, ain’t shit you can ask for |
| Roll up the cookie, get high like a passport |
| She gave me pussy, I ain’t even ask for it |
| Diamonds they bitin', I’m whippin' the Jaguar |
| They copying the wave but that ain’t it |
| Used to go and hit the juggs in the same 'fit |
| I put on for the hood, yeah I made it |
| Livin' good, niggas came from the pavement |
| You was balling before, but you got traded |
| You don’t got it no more, you overrated |
| Keep the family with me, I wouldn’t trade it |
| I got plans to get richer and be the greatest |
| These niggas save it |
| Bad shawty with the brown hair |
| Never seen you around here |
| Money stacked in a pile, yeah |
| Kill 'em all with a smile, yeah |
| I keep some real niggas around, yeah |
| My weed so loud, it make a sound, yeah |
| Steal their money, they don’t make a sound, yeah |
| Had to move up, we was down, yeah |