sorry I am sure I didn’t intentionally shorten the word “was” thank you I will be sure to go through & check for errors
Lyrics / Brand Fucking Song
Addidas says they dream about sex,
but they just be fucking like me & my man,
& I be lovin’ it when he wears his Fubu,
makes me go ooh-, ooh-,
& scream his name,
as he sticks his Nike swoosh,
up inside of me, all night he be ridin’ me,
then he gives me the Reebok shock,
with a twist & a slam, damn,
he knows how I like it, cuz he’s my man.
Now when he be pimpin’ that WuWear,
he flexes & makes me tear,
but uh- I don’t care,
cuz when he wears Filas,
he comes up w/ ideas,
like fuckin’ in the back yard,
under the noon day sun,
I be havin’ fun,
as I pull his Polo shirt off,
he’s pullin’ it in,
it ain’t a sin to Ralph Lauren,
who’s just excited to be in on some action,
& Tommy Hilfiger don’t like my nigga’s,
& maybe that’s my mans horny trigger,
but go figure,
Old Navy makes my man crazy,
jizzin’ up inside of me,
givin’ him all rights to me,
but uh- still we be bangin’ with Puma nightly,
& even though Gap can be frightening,
my man’s always in mine,
for small & large amounts of time.
Then there’s Bum,
thinkin’ he can get some,
but he ain’t got none,
for quite awhile,
but still I smile,
for my Dickies,
which is what my man gives me,
& on the holidays,
he be wearing his Dockers,
wrinkle free khakis,
as he smacks me,
on the ass,
settin’ the Esprit free, in me,
so damn horny,
I can barely see,
Oh shit,
I bet Donna Karen,
in New York,
could hear me scream,
or at least it seems,
that Versace was callin’ me to tone it down,
& the Bugle Boy wanted to take me out,
but I told him no cuz I wanted to blow,
my mans Billabong,
foot long shlong,
Grandma told me I was sick & wrong,
then Stussy joined in & got me mad,
so I had to call Wrangler,
to come in & strangle her,
with one of his cowboy ropes,
so me & my man could do it like the pope,
in a church on a pew,
but there were a few more brands for me to go through,
so I stepped to Oshkosh,
as my man made me shout,
oh gosh,
oh god,
oh fuck you get me off,
but then we had to stop,
when Quicksilver pulled out his thumb ring
& made the fat lady sing,
then No Limits went off on me
& tried to stop me,
from continuing My Brand Fucking Song,
but it don’t stop by beat goes on!
& on...
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loveandrockets28 reviewed Version 2 -
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this was creative… a bit lil kim for me, but it’s all good
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ConfusedSongwriter reviewed Version 2 -
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Wow, I really really liked this one. To me, the symbolism of products just cracks me up. I was about to die laughing after the Grandma part. I think it’s a product placement love song that works out. If it ever gets on the radio, you’ll be paid like 5 times as more. Very well done.
Siren85 reviewed Version 1 -
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I can’t quite tell if this is a comment on consumerism or just an overtly sexual rap song.
I think it would assist ease of reading if you didn’t use short hand such as, “that Versace ws callin’” “was” isn’t that much longer to type out.
LaylowMang reviewed Version 1 -
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Really, really, really funny and creative.
I don’t know if I’m in the minority, but I always really appreciated this sort of stuff.
Really inventive, good work!
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