Imma helicopter My words keep goin like a teleprompter I?m a asshole, wipe me down b-tch I get big checks, Nike Town b-tch Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown
Shady, old mix Back, second round's on me Kuniva, Cashis, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater Obie Trice, what? *** didn't kill me Now a **** gon' get Peel my
Ah yeah huh American the beautiful huh yeah let me introduce y'all to the wildside Annie was a high school cheerleader Pom poms and bobby socks and no
party It's a party, it's a party, it's a party Rolling on them leaves, you can do the lean Blowing on that loud purp, pass that Bobby Brown back The
daily, maybe get up on some hazey Then remote and faded baby, 'cause you niggas drive me crazy Still a lady when I'm escalated maybe with my peeps Bobby Brown
of me Six foot one, and dark and lovely And if they're sayin black is beautiful, it's true not phony I'm brown-er than bobby so won't you be my +tenderoni
was no Jenny Jenny Oh, why can't I get myself a brown-eyed girl When Willie Nelson loved so many? And why does Jack have Diane? And why does Billy Joe have Bobbie
that i wanna eat I think ur twisting me And i know u love this place So goo like birthday cake Lets pu it down like Bobby Brown And ma man Baby Face [
to hip hop My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop I said, "Well daddy, don't you know that things go in cycles The way that Bobby Brown is just
Written by l.a. reid, babyface, daryl simmons, bobby brown, stylz (1992) Performed by bobby brown When u trust someone And u know you're on their back
Do he cheat? Probably, so what? I plays the mistress in a see-through dress, then guess, what's in the chest Nothin but gold and diamonds Young thing, hard to find one Bobby Brown
one) Stacy Brown got two Do you know the reason for his success (no we don't so tell us) They say that he was double blessed (not like those fellas) They say that Stacy Brown
score for the prize You need to see with more than your eyes It's war in disguise Tanfa callas are vagrants, this goes for every agent Some are camouflaged others
down the weed, bury the paper on the makers Martin had a dream, Bob got high I still do both but somehow I got by Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed Bobby Brown
' Ground. There's men from the harbor, there's men from the tickle, And all kinds of motor-boats, green, gray and brown; Right yonder is Bobby and with
guess, what's in the chest Nothin' but gold and diamonds Young thing, hard to find one Bobby Brown on the lips, petiteness Hotness, whoo, I'm talkin' slick I be that chick on the other
you comin' man Man three minutes I need an eighth know what I mean (I got some killer brown) Don't want no Bobby Brown I want Al Green Gonna hit this Bobby