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brian brown - vanilla lyrics

vanilla

#kid complaining, huffing & puffing#

hook

hey, hey, hey!
hey mr. ice cream man! we been waiting all day!
why you take so long to come back this way??
had to re#up on the flavas & appreciate the favor
this ain’t meant for everybody
what you need? i got it, playa!
ugggggghhhhhh

bask in the fact that i’m back
cause they was robbin’ ya woadie
y’all held it down for the kid, tho
got some luh(love) i could show ‘em
heard the talk. “what’s the hold up?”
“got some weight on ya shouldas?”
i mean i could admit that
but who i’m tellin’s important
can’t have every f#cking body in yo business these daaays
but you know me, still on the move lil buddy. ain’t much changed…

hol’up! stepped in this thang, shawty choosin’, looking curious
p#ssy on bazooka? i might chew it sum’n serious
think dey f#cking wit my dawgs & i!? boy, silly sh#t!
we been bout it, bout it. ain’t my fault you ain’t believe in disssss maaaane
(not at allll, nuh#uh#uhhhh)

hook(just minus the “hey mr. ice cream)

aight aight aight
shake dat #ss b#tch, watch yaself
see these shoes? n#gga, watch yo step!
ain’t da one to cause a scene but god daaaaamn! just grabbed ‘em off the shelf
had to jump sh#tty for da one time, prolly had a show or sum’n
know who dey came to see every time & anytime, i keeps it jumpin’
only want treesha smoke 3rd cuz’n roliin’…. family pack
candance parker dat blunt, rocky top in dere….. ugggggghhhh
that’s for pat summit, wilma rudolph run it
earned my john merritt
on the way to the bands, from jefferson, they gon’ feel this
look. thing they f#cking with my dawgs & i!? boy! silly sh#t!
we been bout it, bout it! ain’t my fault you ain’t believe in disssss maaaaan
(not at alllll, nuh#uh#uhhh)

hook(minus the hey mr. ice cream man line)

i got dat, i got dat…..
i got dat uuuugh. dats how you do dat dere
quit dat talking like a saint fan, asking “who dat?” dere
might hit a two step wit a 40, looking just like yo uncle
birkenstocks, double socks. you know we don’t

want no trouble(one mo timeeee)

dats how you do dat dere
quit dat talking like a saint fan, asking “who dat?” dere
might hit a two step with a 40, lookin just like yo uncle
birkenstocks, double socks. no, we don’t want no want no trouble

i’m on daaaaaat…. (lol) funkytenn, ohana sh#t n#gga
ain’t n0body getting left around here man
out east the motherland. north side, whaddup. south side whaddup. west west…..

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