Buddy - Brandy Brother** lyrics

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, ni**a) That's Brandy, brother, me and your b*tch 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 sh*t, 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," b*tch, I'ma overdo it (Overdo it) You better make me feel special (Special) And put your shoulders to it (Ooh) My ni**as 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, ni**a) That's Brandy, brother, me and your b*tch can stand each other Oh, except for when I rub her [Verse 2] My b*tch like fu*kin' 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, b*tch, I'm outside What was that sh*t you was sayin' boy? I spent two thousand to keep my pants up They fallin', got thirty bands tucked I usually keep this sh*t all on the Visa But fu*k 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 b*tch geeked up, yellow time, that pool in the tequila Gimme lap top, gotta call her Toshiba, damn, hoo