You set me a blaze with those brown eyes
I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys
That chris brown and rhianna line wasn't yours
Epic, they used to feed me detours
Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga
Our children must be taught, of africa
Queens comin thru to takeover ya team back from the deceased
A brown zombie appeared in front of me hoping it could have a feast
Later on in his life he graduates from brown
Ya kinda cute baby are you new in town
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
Last time i checked a brown was getting the fattest checks
There must be another route, way out
Well guess wat chris brown u cant push us around
So i'm on my firm biz wit a brick of that foxxy brown
Yeah, that my sista and i'm so proud how she hold it down
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