mung wrote:
Brandy, your a fine girl what I good wife you would be, but my heart my love and my lady, is the sea...er some lady named Alicia who raised my son when his momma Sabrina didn't want to.
I think those are the lyrics aren't they?
There's a house on a gated way
And it sleeps two or three thugs a day
Lonely losers pass the time away
And text about their crimes
And there's a girl in this sweltering town
And she works lockin' young punks down
They say "Brandi, please keep the truth down"
She serves up Trayvon fables and lies
The schemers say "Brandi, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good grifter you would be" (such a fine girl)
"Yeah your lies could help steal a small fortune from the HOA"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Brandi wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the Walmart chain
A locket that bears the name
Of the CRIP that Brandi bangs
He came on a summer's day
Bringin' lies from Miami-Dade
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
The twerkin' bar was his home
The CRIP said " Brandi, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good grifter you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the weed"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
Yeah, Brandi used to hear his lies
When he told his schemer stories
She could feel the BS steam rise
She smelled it stinkin' and horry
But he had always told the lies,
Lord, he was a schemin' man
And Brandi does her best to understand
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)
At night when the bars close juvy down
Brandi walks through a silent town
And loves a CRIP who's not around
She still can hear him say
" Brandi, you're a fine girl" (you're a fine girl)
"What a good grifter you would be" (such a fine girl)
"But my life, my lover, my lady is the weed"
(dooda-dit-dooda), (dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)