Letra

Do, do, do-do, do, do Do, do, do-do, do, do I see you acting on my face like you are unaffected I see the lost in your eyes when you with your new friends Remember when we use to cruising thru the city, yeah Acting fool with yo' right hand on my booty, yeah We want from smoking and drinking, fucking gettin' lit to Fighting and crying Lying and dying, yeah, yeah, yeah I know we used to be good friends But suddenly everything changed and it all ends, yeah When I saw your eyes babe, it was almost instant And I still don't know why we became so distant, so distant But anyway, I became a real ass bitch and you like it But you never gonna have it anymore, boy You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee I'm da kind of independent black girl, only real girls on my block You will never ever gonna be like us You will never come from where we from Bitch, get out my face and give me some space I will teach you to stay at your place Becky you can do it, but you not up to it Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-boy! Boy, if you don't like it fuck you I'm on it I can't see my limits, I'm da girl for a minute Tryna do my milli' and I be flexin' on niggas And I be stuntin' on niggas 'Cause you be playin' all day Ain't got time for you niggas Bye, bye, bye, bye! Bye, bye, bye, bye! You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee Brown sugar, Kahlua, toffee Black girls are magic for me Brown sugar, Kahlua, toffee Respect da melanin papi! Aye, respect da melanin, papi Ooh, I'm ya fav sassy bitch You're my fav lil D You wanna fuck with me? I told you I'm a petty bitch Stop that, get Crunk Where my weed so we can roll up? Stop that, come with us My black bitches ready to turn up I'm feeling like a trap queen and you know that's all I need You mad 'cause I'm happy, but you still looking at me Why are you so jealous? Stop hating I'm dangerous I'm delicious, I'm marvelous Fucking so precious M-A-N on da game Not really for da fame M-A-N on da game Peachy like Ajak Deng Stop that, get Crunk Where my weed so we can roll up? Stop that, come with us My black bitches ready to turn up You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee You play with the brown sugar, Kahlua, and toffee
Writer(s): Nicolas Raphael Sebastian Beghin, Mariamou Cisse Cisse Kante Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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