- Michael Christmas Brown Sugar 歌詞
- Michael Christmas
- [Intro]
Get them vocals, *****
Yeah, this is W somethin-somethin-somethin
Uh, yeah
[Verse 1]
Violation, violation
You supposed to be my brown sugar like Sanaa Lathan
Im down to chase the ***** all through the town, Jason
Reality hit like a blunt, girl its time to face it
Im just the right amount of wit to get your mind racin
I asked you one thing you could bring if you went outerspace and
I tell you all about the **** I like and the **** I hatin
You share your demons, dont be scared, I promise I can take it
I feel like Overton or Dwayne, girl, Im all for pain
[?] you gon get a ring
Ima even listen to you sing knowin you cant sing
**** it, it sound beautiful to me, go head do ya thang
Bring a fifth of Henny to the beach and I hate the sand
And you not just * **y but you woke, we both hate the man
Yeah, we both crazy, but I think Im crazy more
But shed love to prove me wrong, lookin up like 'whats the score?'
[Chorus]
Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice
Mix it with whatever I like
I wrote this love letter tonight
Hopin I can get a bite
She so sassy, ooh
She so sassy, turn immature every time she walk past me
Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice
Mix it with whatever I like
[Verse 2]
Im holdin back my tweets, I aint slept good all week
Im waitin till I see her, I put on my best sneakers
Im in the mirror like Mary, I need tosmoke my reefer
Im sweatin hard, tryn chill, dreamin yours in the grill
Why cant it all be real?
I better have my baby and she gon have my baby
We gon ball like Brady , yall think Im all types crazy
Dont care bout none of the lately, I aint write a song in a minute
Just waitin for a notification, this could be us but you playin
Im really up, I be prayin for bigger bucks in my hand, to grip on a butt while Im layin
Breathe *****, breathe, you can fly like the Matrix, and you startin to believe it
Say she love you more and Im startin to believe her
Love the tiger stripes on her ass like Adidas
Hit the shmoney dance after crackin, she crashin
She wake up, make her late for work and we laughin bout what happened
She had that
[Chorus]
Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice
Mix it with whatever I like
I wrote this love letter tonight
Hopin I can get a bite
She so sassy, ooh
She so sassy, turn immature every time she walk past me
Brown sugar, spice, and everything nice
Mix it with whatever I like
I like, I like, I like
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