Yeah I'm gonna put you in the mood
Shawty stop with giving rants
I've been trapping for 'em dollars I've been chasing f*ckin' bands
Got all these Tiktok bitches hittin' when I do my money dance
I'm a brown boy still in highschool but I've made like twenty bands
Everyday I ran my bag up 'cause I'm brown I keep my grades up
Movin' work up on your block your crew is soft and will not faze us
If another aunty tell me shit I'll pull my GPA up
Man I grew up with high expectations pressure is what made us (Woah)
Spice Trey with Cambeezy we on this track so run it back
Shawty ask me why I'm toting I said dont worry its just a mac (Book pro)
Running track at practice then I'm running up the bag
Man your shawty just wanna slide but I will not be her mans
Treatin' her like a queen I ain't f*ckin' round with no ho
Best believe that if I'm snapping you I think that we should do more
More in talkin', more in person, I'm tryna ring the bell of your door
Just so I can meet your parents and say "it's okay, I'm brown too"
It's like I got too many tabs opened this shit got me stressed out
From keeping up my A's to running bands and working out
I've been telling my boys to put their money with their mouth
But been screamin' f*ck em haters I'm just a brown boy from the south
Aye
I need a baddie from the south
One that does the dishes and ain't giving me no mouth
I'm talking cornbread collard greens
A shawty filling up her jeans
I need baddie from the south 'cause what's a king without a queen
Like aye
I'm just a brown boy doing me
How you show me love when you hate behind the scenes
They steady talking tough but ain't really about the action
If you trying to see what's up me and Spice gonna get it crackin'
(Yes Sir)
You know we about the grind
Can't pay y'all boys attention y'all ain't really worth the time (Nope)
Only thing we're doing is straight getting to the guap
I could take a break and the cash it wouldn't stop like
Y'all know I had to do it
They tryna get like me but they had they shot and blew it
I'm gonna keep on doing me and I can't ever stop
Because I know they steady hating when a brown boy at the top
It's like I got too many tabs opened this shit got me stressed out
From keeping up my A's to running bands and working out
I've been telling my boys to put their money with their mouth
But been screamin' f*ck em haters I'm just a brown boy from the south
Man y'all been pointin' fingers I'm like who you callin' out
Shawty keep complaining I'm like you ain't gotta shout
Pop a xanny or a molly but make the decision now
Man I made two grand last night and you ain't ever learning how
Spice Trey - Desi Daydream (feat. Cambeezy) Lyrics
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Yeah I'm gonna put you in the mood
Shawty stop with giving rants
I've been trapping for 'em dollars I've been chasing f*ckin' bands
Got all these Tiktok bitches hittin' when I do my money dance
I'm a brown boy still in highschool but I've made like twenty bands
Everyday I ran my bag up 'cause I'm brown I keep my grades up
Movin' work up on your block your crew is soft and will not faze us
If another aunty tell me shit I'll pull my GPA up
Man I grew up with high expectations pressure is what made us (Woah)
Spice Trey with Cambeezy we on this track so run it back
Shawty ask me why I'm toting I said dont worry its just a mac (Book pro)
Running track at practice then I'm running up the bag
Man your shawty just wanna slide but I will not be her mans
Treatin' her like a queen I ain't f*ckin' round with no ho
Best believe that if I'm snapping you I think that we should do more
More in talkin', more in person, I'm tryna ring the bell of your door
Just so I can meet your parents and say "it's okay, I'm brown too"
It's like I got too many tabs opened this shit got me stressed out
From keeping up my A's to running bands and working out
I've been telling my boys to put their money with their mouth
But been screamin' f*ck em haters I'm just a brown boy from the south
Aye
I need a baddie from the south
One that does the dishes and ain't giving me no mouth
I'm talking cornbread collard greens
A shawty filling up her jeans
I need baddie from the south 'cause what's a king without a queen
Like aye
I'm just a brown boy doing me
How you show me love when you hate behind the scenes
They steady talking tough but ain't really about the action
If you trying to see what's up me and Spice gonna get it crackin'
(Yes Sir)
You know we about the grind
Can't pay y'all boys attention y'all ain't really worth the time (Nope)
Only thing we're doing is straight getting to the guap
I could take a break and the cash it wouldn't stop like
Y'all know I had to do it
They tryna get like me but they had they shot and blew it
I'm gonna keep on doing me and I can't ever stop
Because I know they steady hating when a brown boy at the top
It's like I got too many tabs opened this shit got me stressed out
From keeping up my A's to running bands and working out
I've been telling my boys to put their money with their mouth
But been screamin' f*ck em haters I'm just a brown boy from the south
Man y'all been pointin' fingers I'm like who you callin' out
Shawty keep complaining I'm like you ain't gotta shout
Pop a xanny or a molly but make the decision now
Man I made two grand last night and you ain't ever learning how
Shawty stop with giving rants
I've been trapping for 'em dollars I've been chasing f*ckin' bands
Got all these Tiktok bitches hittin' when I do my money dance
I'm a brown boy still in highschool but I've made like twenty bands
Everyday I ran my bag up 'cause I'm brown I keep my grades up
Movin' work up on your block your crew is soft and will not faze us
If another aunty tell me shit I'll pull my GPA up
Man I grew up with high expectations pressure is what made us (Woah)
Spice Trey with Cambeezy we on this track so run it back
Shawty ask me why I'm toting I said dont worry its just a mac (Book pro)
Running track at practice then I'm running up the bag
Man your shawty just wanna slide but I will not be her mans
Treatin' her like a queen I ain't f*ckin' round with no ho
Best believe that if I'm snapping you I think that we should do more
More in talkin', more in person, I'm tryna ring the bell of your door
Just so I can meet your parents and say "it's okay, I'm brown too"
It's like I got too many tabs opened this shit got me stressed out
From keeping up my A's to running bands and working out
I've been telling my boys to put their money with their mouth
But been screamin' f*ck em haters I'm just a brown boy from the south
Aye
I need a baddie from the south
One that does the dishes and ain't giving me no mouth
I'm talking cornbread collard greens
A shawty filling up her jeans
I need baddie from the south 'cause what's a king without a queen
Like aye
I'm just a brown boy doing me
How you show me love when you hate behind the scenes
They steady talking tough but ain't really about the action
If you trying to see what's up me and Spice gonna get it crackin'
(Yes Sir)
You know we about the grind
Can't pay y'all boys attention y'all ain't really worth the time (Nope)
Only thing we're doing is straight getting to the guap
I could take a break and the cash it wouldn't stop like
Y'all know I had to do it
They tryna get like me but they had they shot and blew it
I'm gonna keep on doing me and I can't ever stop
Because I know they steady hating when a brown boy at the top
It's like I got too many tabs opened this shit got me stressed out
From keeping up my A's to running bands and working out
I've been telling my boys to put their money with their mouth
But been screamin' f*ck em haters I'm just a brown boy from the south
Man y'all been pointin' fingers I'm like who you callin' out
Shawty keep complaining I'm like you ain't gotta shout
Pop a xanny or a molly but make the decision now
Man I made two grand last night and you ain't ever learning how
Writer: Aathreya Murthy
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