Letras:
Brown Willie

Tradução: Ornitorrinco. Willie Brown.

: (with Tyga) [Chris Brown:] These niggas mad, They mugging me I like my pussy bowl Mr. Clean, She started waxing, my dick relaxing I make her bedrock

: The Bandstand You stand in the doorway A block up the street Ringing the doorbell There?s tapping of feet High yellow hair And a worn brown suit...

duty stop One nine to five, one five to twelve o'clock You see me [Chorus: Bobby Brown] Beautiful Here we go again My love, you know I will never let

them stilettos nice And when you slap this ass, it shake like Jello, right? Well alright, roll them cigarellos tight I nicknamed her bape chicken and yellow rice Pretty brown

And I aint trynna make a scene and nuthin But you got a face I done seen in magazines and somethin Kinda Legs hat the models be seen with strugglin some pretty brown

Words & Music by Hansen] Out of the valley of death, the man turns his back Stares up to the hills, his eyes burning red He licks his palm, with brown

You don't want drama in this motherfucker throw them dubs up Jacob got the wrists on chill And N.W.A. chain glow like the memory of Ill Will Relax your

I still got one brow to the ceiling And a loaded 45 that ready for peelin' I make it call more peelin' you make it out lord willin' See life is a card