desire You're the end of the love Reaching out to the fire Fly on the wings of a dove Dove, dove, dove, dove Walking under the moonlight Walking under
Tulkojums: Ja, Danny. Jums vajadzīga In Me.
Cravin' to bone later with Raven Symone naked Made a clone paid him to spray the cologne fragrance He never came through, useless help If you want something
on okplayer The kids got the juice and the OJ flava OJ for mayor cause I'm killing this rap shit White bronco flow, the glove and the mask fit Somebody call the law before Danny
Danny up Turn that Danny up turn that fucking Danny up [Verse 2:] Anybody not feeling Danny needs a telegram Signed by the Jade one also known as yes ma'am "Danny
There he go smacking craniums with Swains relentless flow Rips it though Jack Delaney rum is what he sippin yo He can make them act so loco he's wonderin
I'm like a G in a pea coat Kumquat, cum yacht, skeet skeet in a boat Fuck you think I'm knee deep in it fo' For cheese nigga please feed me free reefer
Nothing left to prove So I'm a hit you with something that's extra smooth And I'm a give you a muffin with extra blue Berries necessary, but you can
nice I can rhyme plus I can mind My own damn business some of y'all should try The flows mad senseless none of y'all can ride The beat like I or Danny bye [Danny
feelings started to progress I'm like adios I swear, you really brought a good man down I didn't think I'd ever pick the pieces and rebound But Danny
crackers" But mom how long you gonna lock me in the restroom "Until your 22 when this little phase possessing you Has run it's course don't you wanna be a doctor Danny
[Verse 1:] Man Fuck rappin' 'bout a broad Rappin' 'bout a necklace Rappin' 'bout some sex, man I'm rappin' 'bout my breakfast So pass the coffee If Asher
Gather round gather round I got another story to tell Streets robbed me I wasn't educated properly But fuck that I needed money for a Harley Multi-colored
Gather round gather round I got a story to tell D Swain strike a nerve of bitches that read Zane And swallow how many grits? I'm back on my misogyny
Yea, it's kinda like a love story man Ya dig [Verse 1:] Yo it was all a dream, I used to refurbish gasoline And sell it for the low second hand fuel
Letterman sweaters damn we some panty hounds Scoopin chicks from the greasy spoon Been a freak ever since I stuck my feet out Anise's womb [Danny Brown (Danny
[Danny!:] When I got the phone call from my girl Boscoe Askin' if I wanna go and grab some tacos Yo I'm in the middle of Street Fighter X I ain't tryna
[Verse 1:] Poppin Percocet's at the circus with Kirk Cameron Standing in satin Hammer pants nervous and stammerin Bursting cannons at cannibals slurpin
