Date 2022-08-28
Category Foreign Music, Lyrics, New Music
American rapper and comedian, Danny Brown succumbs to fans’ request, unveils the new piece of self-produced “Winter” song.
Danny Brown Winter
After fans flooded his mentions with demands for its release, Danny gave the people what they wanted on Sunday with a new Soundcloud drop. The record is produced by Danny Brown himself, bridging together his zany flows with hazy flute-laden production. Danny’s in his pocket, both lyrically and beat-wise. Hopefully, it’s a sign that we can be hearing Danny become more hands-on with the production side on his upcoming effort, Quaranta.
Danny Brown – Winter (prod. Danny Brown)
Lyrics
In the kitchen, oven open for the heatGot my young, light skinned ho rollin’ up the treeWearin’ jackets in the house, it’s the Michigan wayBoiling water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinnerDope fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffin’Homie mommy’s 50, smokin’ and still tricking’Still talkin’ shit with this Lucy I’m ass lickin’See my breath when I talk, but nigga, I ain’t trippin’Landlord is, the nigga tryna put us outSellin’ all the samples, can’t afford to give ’em outJust copped a half track, see my nigga tryna get itStandin’ on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivotNeedles in they arms just to keep the lights onShit, fuck around, be on hardcore pawnTryna get this shit off, the winter, we snuck inWon’t live for anything, but might die for nothin’
They want that old Danny BrownTo bag up and sell a whole poundMight have to go and get my braids backMatter of fact, go and bring them AKs back
They want that old Danny BrownTo bag up and sell a whole poundMight have to go and get my braids backMatter of fact, go and bring them AKs back
In the Cutty same color as steak sauceEyeballed the work, but was just a .8 offVet in the game, first seed in the playoffsMeet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight offBalmains fittin’ like a nigga went swimmin’ in ’emI’m waxed and I’m shinin’, hardwood floorWhore want it hardcore, squirt it on her jawLookin’ at the whore like “what you came here for?”Linwood nigga, heat on him, no stash boxTurn a gangbanger’s bandana to a rag topOld head, dope fiend, cookin’ up the yayYoung boys’ll shoot your face for them CartiersCame a long way takin’ $3 for a nick’Cop an 8 ball, tryna stack for the zipNow I’m in the rap game, verse worth a brickFiends linin’ up for a hit of this shit(And I reps that shit, right now and forever)(And I reps that shit, right now and forever)
They want that old Danny BrownTo bag up and sell a whole poundMight have to go and get my braids backMatter of fact, go and bring them AKs back
They want that old Danny BrownTo bag up and sell a whole poundMight have to go and get my braids backMatter of fact, go and bring them AKs back
