paroles de chanson Brown Sugar - Michael Christmas

Get them vocals, nigga
Yeah, this is W somethin-somethin-somethin'
Uh, yeah
Violation, violation
You supposed to be my brown sugar like Sanaa Lathan
I'm down to chase the pussy all through the town, Jason
Reality hit like a blunt, girl it's time to face it
I'm 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 shit I like and the shit I hatin'
You share your demons, don't be scared, I promise I can take it
I feel like Overton or Dwayne, girl, I'm all for pain
[?] you gon' get a ring
I'ma even listen to you sing knowin' you can't sing
Fuck 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 sexy but you woke, we both hate the man
Yeah, we both crazy, but I think I'm crazy more
But she'd love to prove me wrong, lookin' up like "what's the score?"
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'm holdin' back my tweets, I ain't slept good all week
I'm waitin' till I see her, I put on my best sneakers
I'm in the mirror like Mary, I need to smoke my reefer
I'm sweatin' hard, tryn chill, dreamin' yours in the grill
Why can't it all be real?
I better have my baby and she gon' have my baby
We gon' ball like Brady, y'all think I'm all types crazy
Don't care 'bout none of the lately, I ain't write a song in a minute
Just waitin' for a notification, this could be us but you playin'
I'm really up,
I be prayin' for bigger bucks in my
Hand, to grip on a butt while I'm layin'
Breathe nigga, breathe,
You can fly like the Matrix, and you startin' to believe it
Say she love you more and I'm 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
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