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Brownside Other

I done spit twelve rounds Fuck that ese we don't give a fuck Eastside till I die You don't like it? Run up [Chorus] Yeah Brownside's in the pinche

Whoa Whoa So we will dare speak As we listen to the winds smiling whispering your name and reminding Everlasting, on this not much is given and we're

gonna be that look at my credit card on the table she can see that ain't no limit to it so she can shop whatever she need she's gonna have all those other