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danny brown – jealousy lyrics

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[hook]
the cheddar breed jealousy
the cheddar breed jealousy
especially if that man f-cked up

[verse 1]
y’all don’t know where i come from, n-gg-
you don’t know what i’ve been through, hoe
said i wasted my time, huh?
look, b-tch, i done told you so
i done got on my own sh-t
i ain’t need your help, though
b-tch, i know i did it
you ain’t gotta tell me so
i done come a long way, i’m grindin’, grindin’
really, i ain’t really have sh-t
now your b-tch see me shinin’, prime-timin’
and she all up on my d-ck
’cause she know i’m ballin’, ballin’
j. j. red-ck comin’ off that pit
shake, take pics, open up her mouth
and my d-ck is about to go switch
b-tch, it’s danny motherf-ckin’ brown
and you know i’m in beast mode
so b-tch go run them c-notes
she come through naked in a pea coat
’cause she know she about to deep throat
rubbin’ on her cl-t, playin’ with her pee hole
lookin’ like she playin’ guitar hero
you n-gg-s ain’t in my league, hoe
my flow’s so down, my lingo
no n-gg-, you ain’t my amigo
no senor, you no chico
i do not speak no spanish
so i don’t know what that mean, yo
i met this filipino, and she was jalapeã±o

[hook]

[verse 2]
get up off of your -ss, n-gg-
worried about my f-ck, boy
i don’t love that b-tch
hoe just my f-ck toy
got the game in an uproar
y’all are lames and so boring
now your b-tch got her t-ts out
tryna get my laundry – oh boy!
i’m on some other sh-t
’cause y’all done got me f-cked up
y’all don’t know who y’all f-ckin’ with
i’m a linwood n-gg- ’til i’m dead in the grave
detroit techno, shootin’ off weight
n-gg-‘d overtake ya back in the day
don’t make me go back to that n-gg- in the braids
raised wrong, caged, but a n-gg- escaped
so b-tch-n-gg-, don’t make me take that bait
n-gg-s in the hood got love for me
no limits, got dungarees
so i’m just tryna smoke my weed
tell me where the hoes at
all up in my cell phone
n-gg- you already know that
so i’mma call some hoes up
tell ’em bring some drink through
we gon’ have a party
called up your man achbo
so last song, gettin’ f-cked up
’cause we ain’t worried ’bout it
smokin’ on that master p
b-tch we ’bout it, ’bout it

[hook]



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