Brandy Brother

Lyrics from Snippet [Chorus] Who that creepin' through your Maybach? Prolly won't hit bae back Why you ain't just say that? Bring her up the Ray J (What's that, nigga) That's Brandy, brother, me and your bitch can stand each other Oh, except for when I rub her [Verse 1] Always wear a glove Gary Payton, D, I buss her, see me 'cross clubs Diamonds dance, they think they Usher (Bling) Hit her, whassup? Huh Bet you ain't know she's a gusher (Gusher), what? (What?) I'm a no fatiguer, brother, huh? (Woah) She got the dancin' crazy, I was like, "Baby, oh my God" (Ooh) Said she's mad in love, I'm Smino Swayze, '91 (Uh) Baby just met a man, she wanna ride some shit, I'm pumped (Ooh) Smi where you get this money? glad you askin', follow 'long Been through it, we through it, so we'll prove it They told me, "Do my job," bitch, I'ma overdo it (Overdo it) You better make me feel special (Special) And put your shoulders to it (Ooh) My niggas came from the ground (Ground) From the mud and then we grew it (Grew it, ooh) [Chorus] Who that creepin' through your Maybach? Prolly won't hit bae back Why you ain't just say that? Bring her up the Ray J (What's that, nigga) That's Brandy, brother, me and your bitch can stand each other Oh, except for when I rub her [Verse 2] My bitch like fuckin' me with the lights on (Uh) 'Cause she like seein' what I done, huh I might just shoot at your B like a bison Shawty been all on my python, huh I shoot my shot and it swish like nylon Ain't no big homie put me on, huh It was just me-me-me-me like I'm Dylan I was out makin' them bands, huh I don't do Ke-Ke-Ke-Ke with your strange voice Yeah, don't be washin' your hands, boy I pull up, B-B-B-B, bitch, I'm outside What was that shit you was sayin' boy? I spent two thousand to keep my pants up They fallin', got thirty bands tucked I usually keep this shit all on the Visa But fuck it, tonight we got dancers Yeah, she a stripper, taste just like candy I think her name was Candace She said she heard 'bout me, I'm a artist Then let me paint on her canvas Damn this, feelin' like an episode of Simpsons Yellow bitch geeked up, yellow time, that pool in the tequila Gimme lap top, gotta call her Toshiba, damn, hoo