| Get them vocals, nigga
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| Yeah, this is W somethin-somethin-somethin'
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| Uh, yeah
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| Violation, violation
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| You supposed to be my brown sugar like Sanaa Lathan
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| I’m down to chase the pussy all through the town, Jason
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| Reality hit like a blunt, girl it’s time to face it
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| I’m just the right amount of wit to get your mind racin'
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| I asked you one thing you could bring if you went outerspace and
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| I tell you all about the shit I like and the shit I hatin'
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| You share your demons, don’t be scared, I promise I can take it
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| I feel like Overton or Dwayne, girl, I’m all for pain
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| you gon' get a ring
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| I’ma even listen to you sing knowin' you can’t sing
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| Fuck it, it sound beautiful to me, go 'head do ya thang
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| Bring a fifth of Henny to the beach and I hate the sand
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| And you not just sexy but you woke, we both hate the man
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| Yeah, we both crazy, but I think I’m crazy more
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| But she’d love to prove me wrong, lookin' up like «what's the score?»
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| Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice
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| Mix it with whatever I like
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| I wrote this love letter tonight
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| Hopin' I can get a bite
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| She so sassy, ooh
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| She so sassy, turn immature every time she walk past me
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| Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice
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| Mix it with whatever I like
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| I’m holdin' back my tweets, I ain’t slept good all week
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| I’m waitin' till I see her, I put on my best sneakers
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| I’m in the mirror like Mary, I need to smoke my reefer
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| I’m sweatin' hard, tryn chill, dreamin' yours in the grill
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| Why can’t it all be real?
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| I better have my baby and she gon' have my baby
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| We gon' ball like Brady, y’all think I’m all types crazy
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| Don’t care 'bout none of the lately, I ain’t write a song in a minute
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| Just waitin' for a notification, this could be us but you playin'
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| I’m really up, I be prayin' for bigger bucks in my hand, to grip on a butt
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| while I’m layin'
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| Breathe nigga, breathe, you can fly like the Matrix, and you startin' to
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| believe it
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| Say she love you more and I’m startin' to believe her
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| Love the tiger stripes on her ass like Adidas
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| Hit the shmoney dance after crackin', she crashin'
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| She wake up, make her late for work and we laughin' 'bout what happened
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| She had that
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| Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice
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| Mix it with whatever I like
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| I wrote this love letter tonight
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| Hopin' I can get a bite
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| She so sassy, ooh
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| She so sassy, turn immature every time she walk past me
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| Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice
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| Mix it with whatever I like
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| I like, I like, I like |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brown Sugar , by - Michael Christmas. Song from the album Role Model, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп