NAV - Brown Boy lyrics
NAV [Navraj Singh Goraya] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[NAV - Brown Boy lyrics]
She never met a brown boy
Hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys
And she say I'm the realest
She never met a brown boy
Hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys
And she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy
Tell me what's the business
I'm not the type of brown boy
You take home to your daddy
I'm the type you call when
You wanna smoke a fatty
I'm the type that got the
Killers on speed dial
If you diss me in the
Mall I'm shuttin' shit down
I'm about to steal another
Brown boy's bitch now
I'm leavin' from the rexs and
I'm going to B Town
It's like I'm born in Texas the
Way I'm drinkin' lean now
She think I'm crazy pop a
Molly I can't sit down
All of the bitches who diss me
You ain't doin' shit now
All of the niggas who ridin' man
They turn to snitch now
All of my niggas they killers they
Won't pass on a lick
We never fold, never throwed
Don't fight over a bitch
And if you diss me on the
Road they might empty the clip
Just like future fuck around
You tryna dodge bullets
You say they wanna rob me tell
Them try to pull it
I show your bitch the D and
She know where to put it
She never met a brown boy
Hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys
And she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy
Tell me what's the business
Say she scared I'm gonna change
When I get money
Say she scared and she don't
Like who I'm becoming
Shawty movin' insecure and it's a turn off
Rollin' up I gotta lot of stress to burn off
There's not a lot of OG's
That I can learn off
They're tryna help but really wishin'
I would fall off
(I'm leaving from the Rexs and
I'm going to B Town)
She never met a brown boy
Hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys
And she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy
Tell me that's the business
Hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys
And she say I'm the realest
She never met a brown boy
Hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys
And she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy
Tell me what's the business
I'm not the type of brown boy
You take home to your daddy
I'm the type you call when
You wanna smoke a fatty
I'm the type that got the
Killers on speed dial
If you diss me in the
Mall I'm shuttin' shit down
I'm about to steal another
Brown boy's bitch now
I'm leavin' from the rexs and
I'm going to B Town
It's like I'm born in Texas the
Way I'm drinkin' lean now
She think I'm crazy pop a
Molly I can't sit down
All of the bitches who diss me
You ain't doin' shit now
All of the niggas who ridin' man
They turn to snitch now
All of my niggas they killers they
Won't pass on a lick
We never fold, never throwed
Don't fight over a bitch
And if you diss me on the
Road they might empty the clip
Just like future fuck around
You tryna dodge bullets
You say they wanna rob me tell
Them try to pull it
I show your bitch the D and
She know where to put it
She never met a brown boy
Hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys
And she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy
Tell me what's the business
Say she scared I'm gonna change
When I get money
Say she scared and she don't
Like who I'm becoming
Shawty movin' insecure and it's a turn off
Rollin' up I gotta lot of stress to burn off
There's not a lot of OG's
That I can learn off
They're tryna help but really wishin'
I would fall off
(I'm leaving from the Rexs and
I'm going to B Town)
She never met a brown boy
Hang with all the killers
She met a lot of brown boys
And she say I'm the realest
Our pockets full of brown boy
Tell me that's the business