Brunette versuri

Brunette lyrics by CieraTheRapper

Intro
Jack Angel on the track

Chorus
He like em′ cornbread-fed, whiskey on her breath
Want a redneck, a hussy in the bed
She get it buck wild, so fine
The type you can’t take home to your mama
The kind you can′t forget
Daisy dukes with the long hair, brunette
She gon’ have him hooked by the accent
She talk back but he like that the type
You can’t take home to your mama

Verse 1
Look, I ain′t the type to be around for long
But I lеt him get it once now he can′t lеave me ‘lone
I don′t even wanna answer when he hit my phone
What I need to meet your mama for? We both grown
Maybe it’s the physique, body curving like the creek, nookie like a faucet
I mean, this pussy like a drug; it′s hard to get him off it
Get him weak, have him begging on his knees
It be hard to keep a bitch like me, keep it platonic
Honest, baby, I’m just here for a good time
Puffing homegrown with a mason full of moonshine
Need a cowboy, baby; let me take a ride
Make a city boy say he need one from the country

Chorus
He like em′ cornbread-fed, whiskey on her breath
Want a redneck, a hussy in the bed
She get it buck wild, so fine
The type you can’t take home to your mama
The kind you can′t forget
Daisy dukes with the long hair, brunette
She gon’ have him hooked by the accent
She talk back but he like that the type
You can’t take home to your mama

Verse 2
I’ll make him giddy up
Tire that boy out ′til he had enough, one time
Baby, this enough to make you fall in love
On that boy mind like a hat in the summer sun
Baby, this a fun time
Don’t be thinking I′m the one
Need a country bitch to steer the stick right
See you staring at me, baby, I could help you get right
Denim on my body say he love the way it grip tight
Brown eyes feinding for the type you can’t take home back to your mama

Chorus
He like em′ cornbread-fed, whiskey on her breath
Want a redneck, a hussy in the bed
She get it buck wild, so fine
The type you can’t take home to your mama
The kind you can′t forget
Daisy dukes with the long hair, brunette
She gon’ have him hooked by the accent
She talk back but he like that the type
You can’t take home to your mama