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letra de brown sugar - michael christmas

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[intro]
get them vocals, n-gga
yeah, this is w somethin-somethin-somethin’
uh, yeah

[verse 1]
violation, violation
you supposed to be my brown sugar like sanaa lathan
i’m down to chase the p-ssy 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 outersp-ce and
i tell you all about the sh-t i like and the sh-t 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
f-ck 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 s-xy 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?”

[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 s-ssy, ooh
she so s-ssy, turn immature every time she walk past me
brown sugar, spice, and everything nice
mix it with whatever i like

[verse 2]
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 b-tt while i’m layin’
breathe n-gga, 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 -ss 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 s-ssy, ooh
she so s-ssy, 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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