Golden Brown

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Yeah, the boys are back in town
 Yeah, the boys are back in town
 She's addicted to the melanin
 Golden brown, golden brown
 It's funny how the tables turn around
 She told me to leave, she's missing me now
 Operator, turn up the sound
 Mix me down, mix me down
 I told the workers you can see it in my eyes
 The other shotters in the town are praying for the line's demise
 Took the roof off the coupe, let's see the sky
 They thought I'm sweet and I'm a rapper, let it sky
 I told my nigga no ticks, the cats have gotta pay the price
 They stab my nigga, we taking lifes
 I'm tryna buy you some Chanels, what's your size? Yeah
 I told my plug I'll buy the bricks, what's the price? Yeah
 We took the wave to the masses, we filled the wave with pride
 I eat the puss through your zipper, I swear them Balmains tight
 I done some wrongs, I ain't make it right
 If we say we killed a nigga, then he took a flight
 Arguing with a bro, he said why you eat a dyke here?
 100k off my Nike Airs
 All love for the white, yeah
 She stay round the woody like she need the light, yeah
 Looking for me in my town? Bro, I'm right here
 Yeah, the boys are back in town
 Yeah, the boys are back in town
 She's addicted to the melanin
 Golden brown, golden brown
 It's funny how the tables turn around
 She told me to leave, she's missing me now
 Operator, turn up the sound
 Mix me down, mix me down
 Youngers want my spot and couple olders hate me (Mm)
 Cah I ain't going bald or grey, I'm young and wavy (Mm)
 Broke's something I don't wanna ever be (God forbid)
 If you don't spend some P, there's shit you'll never see
 Power of the mind, uh, young black and buss quick
 Where most kids wear handcuffs before cufflinks
 Three piece suit, I look like some one's husband
 Don't let this suit fool you, I don't cuff links
 Naked white woman, villa with my niggys
 Chatting to this chick like, how much was your titties?
 She's staring at my Cuban jewellery, ain't no biggie
 I'm glorious, notorious up in my city (Baby, baby)
 Wooly in the winter 'cause the streets cold (Brrr)
 But I don't roll with sheep, this here is 3 goats (Legends)
 Ain't another trio that can test the guys (Never)
 Them man there can't even last the test of time (Forever)
 Yeah, the boys are back in town
 Yeah, the boys are back in town
 She's addicted to the melanin
 Golden brown, golden brown
 It's funny how the tables turn around
 She told me to leave, she's missing me now
 Operator, turn up the sound
 Mix me down, mix me down
 I know you heard the he-say and the she-say
 Heard I keep the sweets on me like it's cheat day
 Niggas in Paris, I'm Outkast, feel like 3k
 Double R whipping on the Champs-Elysées
 Just made another milli'
 Big business this ain't nuttin' silly
 Sitting front row, got my bruddas with me
 And when you see a real nigga, better take a picture
 Said I ain't a top boy, man, I beg to differ
 Taking selfies with my air hostess
 Bags checked in, still I can't take no check
 I grew up in the trenches feeling like I'm so blessed
 Couldn't walk in my shoes, could never take those steps
 Killed the game, lights out like it's bedtime
 Came a long way from the yellow bricks and the petty crime
 They said we can't smoke backstage
 And I told them tek time when you're talking to the headline
 Yeah, the boys are back in town
 Yeah, the boys are back in town
 She's addicted to the melanin
 Golden brown, golden brown
 It's funny how the tables turn around
 She told me to leave, she's missing me now
 Operator, turn up the sound
 Mix me down, mix me down
 This is a public service announcement
 I'm just here to let you know that the boys are back in town
 And this will never stop
 Because cream always rises to the top
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:11
Key
1
Tempo
93 BPM

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