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Danny Brown

Genres: Hip-Hop

Side A Lyrics - Danny Brown

In the kitchen, oven open for the heat 

Got my young, light skinned ho rollin' up the tree 

Wearin' jackets in the house, it's the Michigan way 

Boiling water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner 

Dope fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffin' 

Homie mommy's 50, smokin' and still tricking' 

Still talkin' shit with this Lucy I'm ass lickin' 

See my breath when I talk, but nigga, I ain't trippin' 

Landlord is, the nigga tryna put us out 

Sellin' all the samples, can't afford to give 'em out 

Just copped a half track, see my nigga tryna get it 

Standin' on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivot 

Needles in they arms just to keep the lights on 

Shit, fuck around, be on hardcore pawn 

Tryna get this shit off, the winter, we snuck in 

Won't live for anything, but might die for nothin' 

 

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They want that old Danny Brown 

To bag up and sell a whole pound 

Might have to go and get my braids back 

Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back 

 

They want that old Danny Brown 

To bag up and sell a whole pound 

Might have to go and get my braids back 

Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back 

 

In the Cutty same color as steak sauce 

Eyeballed the work, but was just a .8 off 

Vet in the game, first seed in the playoffs 

Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off 

Balmains fittin' like a nigga went swimmin' in 'em 

I'm waxed and I'm shinin', hardwood floor 

Whore want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw 

Lookin' at the whore like "what you came here for?" 

Linwood nigga, heat on him, no stash box 

Turn a gangbanger's bandana to a rag top 

Old head, dope fiend, cookin' up the yay 

Young boys'll shoot your face for them Cartiers 

Came a long way takin' $3 for a nick' 

Cop an 8 ball, tryna stack for the zip 

Now I'm in the rap game, worth a brick 

Fiends linin' up for a hit of this shit 

(And I reps that shit, right now and forever) 

(And I reps that shit, right now and forever) 

 

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They want that old Danny Brown 

To bag up and sell a whole pound 

Might have to go and get my braids back 

Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back 

 

They want that old Danny Brown 

To bag up and sell a whole pound 

Might have to go and get my braids back 

Matter of fact, go and bring them AKs back 

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