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dicey ray - brown boy lyrics

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[chorus]
brown boy back in his bag
all of my haters mad
you know that i got the juice

i pull up and hop out
in dolce gabbana
new drip from my head to my shoes

really don’t need a deal
i feel like lou will
all of my b+tches comin’ in twos
no cap! (no cap)
no cap! (no cap)
play with me boy you get clapped
doze off take a permanent nap
been cookin’ up crack inna trap
straight out the trenches with racks
keep my racks in a louis v sack
louis v huh? (huh)

[verse 1]
can’t judge me from my past cause i’m livin’ too fast
i can’t even help it 200 the dash
got off my ass and i got in my bag
now i buy what i want and i don’t check the tag
(got off my ass and i got in my bag
now i buy what i want and i don’t check the tag)

took a year and a half
turned myself to the man
i still do what i want
but i stick to the plan

i do what i want
and you do what can
f+ckin’ your hoe and i’m f+ckin’ her friend

p+ssy pink, but u know that hoe green
said she fеll in love, what the f+ck do u mean?
hit hеr once, pass her onto the team
i been hustlin’ like ed edd n eddy
bust at ya brain like confetti
f+ck with the clique it get wetty
been doin’ this sh+t, i been ready

been workin’ so hard that i feel like theres two of me
blowin’ these racks like i just won the lottery
chasin’ the bag i’m wherever the money be
money on me keep some racks inna louis v

[chorus]
brown boy back in his bag
all of my haters mad
you know that i got the juice

i pull up and hop out
in dolce gabbana
new drip from my head to my shoes

really don’t need a deal
i feel like lou will
all of my b+tches comin’ in twos

no cap! (no cap)
no cap! (no cap)
play with me boy you get clapped
[verse 2]
they counted me out never thought i would win
but i knew i would rise if i kept goin’ in
man with the plan
i done ran up some bands
when i was down on my d+ck no one gave me a hand

i work while you sleep, so i live how you dream
i feel like i’m uzi in 2016
run down on the ops and i’m uppin’ the beam
green dot hit his chest and he started to scream

kicked out the crib i had nowhere to go
i packed up my sh+t and then i hit the road
slid to the west and i started a grow
came back with some dough and i’m lettin’ it show

i been through some sh+t i might spazz out
dropped out of school took the cash route
they was hatin’ they claimin’ they fans now
they was hatin they claimin’ they fans now!

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