Lyrics:
Just in case you forgot
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown
This what we do
We do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money
Aye
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris
Great Scott (woo)
Ladies
I'm gon' need you all to back away from the door (woo)
We are trying to make way for Chris Brown
Ladies
You are not
Great Scott (woo)
Ladies
I'm gon' need you all to back away from the door (woo)
We are trying to make way for Chris Brown
Ladies
You are not
[Chris Brown:]
Hold up, wait little mama
Do you finna you can deal with the showstoppa
[RichGirl:]
Boy you ain't impressing me
[Chris Brown:]
That's not
Seh wah
Well, I waan send out dis now fi di man name Chris Brown
Get on wit di gyal dem from his hometown to outta town
Haha, seh wah
So mi nuh
and dad but can't hear you
Coz you just whisper
Hold you hostage
Make you dance
Till you feel like Chris Brown
You know I'm a freak
Step by step I take I
[Chris Brown:]
Hold up, wait little mama
Do you finna you can deal with the showstoppa
[RichGirl:]
Boy you ain't impressing me
[Chris Brown:]
That's not
Chris Brown
Wrapped his hands around Rihanna's
Neck, and choked her
Left her passed out on the ground
Yo Chris, I'm pissed!
I'll put you on my hit list
like it got bit by a grizzly
And these drugs got me spinning like some capoeira
Still rock the slow beats with gold teeth
Ain't afraid to hold heat
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
man got 10 mail man got 3
And just your luck the rap game got me hold up
[Juelz Santana]
Here we go again just spent a hundred of that brown paper
her what she need
I give her what she like
And then by the end of the night, I'm say-ing it's them
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip
Rodeo
Written By: Jessica Clarke
Intro:
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da dada da dada da da
Pretty brown, brown drivin me wild
Dada da
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
Baby let me take you down, No Chris Brown or Ray J
Babe all I'm asking is for a chance to make your mind go crazy
Babe let's make a toast for you and me,
me
Feel like Chris Brown
Ion fuck with Chris Brown
If you tryna cross the street
Say ya prayers now
Or just hold ya heat
You married to the street
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get a young nigga comin from the Lou rich
Still rather ramen noodles than Ruth Chris
Wait hold up
couldn't hold it
A lot cum I exploded
She lick it up
She nasty
She ion call me by real name
She just call me daddy
Bitch you horny
And you know it
Bitch
Chris Brown:
I'm a beast I'm a Blank monster Hollywood livin good need to conquer, love the money love the fame but you know I need it all, Extend
many flows don't know what to pick now
I got bitches on my dick
Flow hit like Chris brown
Yuh all these bitches sick
But then I come around
Yuh party's
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
I be loved by ladies, I'm the brown Chris Brown
Matter fact, call me The Brown Breezy who's
girls on my jock and gettin' them (oh)
She was the one to slow me down, hold me down
I roll wit' her now, go wit' it now
I'ma grow wit' it now, I'ma
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