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Yeah
This stage ain't for beginners but I was there once
Yeah, Yo, Uh
Nah it ain't Christmas but that lady let me deck the halls
Cramping in that

Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but ima run it
S-O da business man I’m cunning
Step ona scene you know I’m stunting
If I see a goal ima punt it
Yeah I love

Playboys of the Southwestern World

Blake Shelton

The Dreamer

2003

ripened and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition

the mirror for luck

Said don't you know

All those little

Brown-eyed girls

Want playboys of the southwestern world

Long around

Our eighteenth year

We

Playboys of the Southwestern World

Blake Shelton

Pickin' on Blake Shelton: Bar Light

2005

hillbillies
Got a pocket full of cash and that old Ford truck
Fuzzy cat hangin' from the mirror for luck
Said don't you know all those little brown-eyed girls

and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,

Kitchen

Pusha T

Don't Bring Me Down

2013

missing
Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold

Shoutout to Rxkz
Before I jump right off in this verse
This right here for you heifers
The Harmons, the Browns, the Miller, the Shepherds
Only time I

Niggas got me on my Brooklyn shit
Aye, what I told 'em? I said
Being hot get you the MVP
Stayin' hot get you the Hall Of Fame
It's Loso (Brooklyn

with Christmas, let’s celebrate
Got back together with Christmas, let’s celebrate
I’m back with Christmas, yeah I got the spirit
Play that Chris brown

No Regrets

Dappy

R&B Collection 2012

2011

ain't heaven's sent
I messed my life up and yeah I've been down
I'm a changed man now, Chris Brown
You know I feel your pain 'cause I've done and been

Uncle Luke, scrub da ground wit it
Chris Brown wit it let me, let me take u down wit it
Other niggas clowns wit it
Homie don't play that
You know you

Champagne; on ice
Got brown; got white
Got a few; already rolled
All I need; is a light
She smell; incredible
And she, flexible
She from, Cali

Thin Captain Crackers

Augie March

Moo, You Bloody Choir

2006

are drawn by a blank curiosity
(Don't bring 'em up...)
Drawn on mirrors where windows used to be (if you can't put 'em down)

Some people might say

I ever knew Cardi was mine (Wow)
I'ma Takeoff, and dip on a bitch (Dip!)
Hit the blunt, and I feel like a glitch
Fuckin' on a brown girl no Chris

fostered
On the training grounds we built the game around while gettin’ gamed around
Brown Kid Crew, clenched fists, but where they aimin’ now?

They can’t

hair, brown-streaked, slim shoulders
Dark complexion made pale by the season
When you smiled your cheeks appeared rounder than their natural shape
In them

desk and a blunt lit in my hand
I used to sing Chris Brown 'Gimme That' everyday music choice on On-Demand
That was just who I was back then
Now

Lets get it
Looking in the mirror, see the product of a G
Witness me, want to holler like I'm made of money trees
Please, money talk, we speak

Said I'm gonna take my time ain't no in and out yeah
Get you so excited make sure that you like it
We should get one of them mirrors up by the bed
So we

telling sit down 
We can go a couple rounds
Leave your face the way I would if I were Chris brown 
Squinting just to catch these bars I guess I took this

played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she

that doubt
Even though I'm not Chris Brown
Everybody looks at me now
I'm the leader to the game
By now you should know my name
Everybody who was hating
I

of something to get me through the night
Fuzzy Baby!
Insomniac, on lifes track, running laps
Everything I need (Chris Brown) gimme that
Time moving forward, I