Lyrics:
anything done
You know, Chris Rock called my album
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy…well
Chris Rock and everyone else at every single
Media publication
Chris Atlas, David Amaya
I could fucking go on bro, Lory, Peter, Kate and Gabe
We gon' get into the rest later, man, but I fucking love y'all
Let's get
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
need each other more than ever, don't leave me by myself..
[Chris]
Young Chris... (check it)
Young Neef..
Together for ever, Neef & see
I give
[Secretary]Oh..okay
[Tim Chandler]Ohhh. Let me start by thanking you for a second.
[mc chris]Okay...
[Tim Chandler]The album...I got the preorders in, they look great.
Chyeah, Renegades is back, Em the beat is sick
It's Young, Freeway, Eight miles
Let's go
Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
You lil n*****
You on’t really want no
Noise wit us
You o’nt want me
Have to go and call
My boys n****
You lil n*****
You on’t really want no war
Wit
hope you've enjoyed this Young Sinatra experience, I know I have
Uh, this is prolly gon' be the last one tho, uh, this gon' be the last one for sure
college
Yeah I see you young nigga
Big things popping my nigga
Wooo
My nigga Chris
Man where the bottles
Where the bitches
I mean not where the bitches
the future"
[Verse Two]
(Young Chris)
We pull up in them big boy trucks
Big boy drops
We be the only young boys that the big boys watch
Neef and see official
butt
Michael B. Jordan and Lauri Harvey broke up
Diddy had a daughter, congratulations my brother
Young Miami trendin' 'cause she not the baby mother
the future"
[Verse Two]
[Young Chris]
We pull up in them big boy trucks
Big boy drops
We be the only young boys that the big boys watch
Neef and C official
to be scary
Now I feel loved by everyone near me
Used to keep that blade closer than my own sanity
Always moved around young, never had stability
I have
That she won tickets to see
The Chili Peppers play
On Ellis Island
And it was for the release
Of their new album
By the Way
And she won the tickets
By
Chris, yeah
What, 30-30on me, waiting on the lift
Yeah, check my outfit, everything crisp
Like my money, nigga, we don't drink no criss
Make me run it,
the doors (It had to be done)
Took the risk and it came with the gold
Now all my regrets washed away by the dough
Broke the commandments I knew it was wrong
Deal aus
Um "Danke" zu sagen für alles, was mich freut
Schenk ich diesen Track, so
Lang wie ein Album, nun euch
Ich schrieb hundert
Zweihundert,
interrupt
Hit you girl by mistake nigga, wasn't even in my plan at all
I told homie I hit it there, these niggas wanna be planned all
Knowing that girl is
bring out the best of me now
The best of me now
The best of me now
Best of me now
Now I'm on my fifteenth album, which could be my last
But I do
switch
'Cause they be talkin' beef, I be up in Ruth's Chris
Who is this at the door, I think it's the devil don't let him in
Just rap and take my niggas
machine
Since 1964, the group had used four track for
All their album albums by but 1966
They found their musical arrangements usually
Required more tracks
to really concentrate on the album.
And working with chris was pretty cool, because he's got a very strong
Sense of humor as we like it. and we had some cool
first off my homey Chris Terry gonna run game like this
Verse 1: [Chris Terry]
I'm on this mad paper chase, I'm talkin bout stackin them g's
I be makin
Nigga I step in the boot with bitches
Ever since the Murder album hear the Inc. in every city
Ever since a nigga been, be in the system
It's
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