Lyrics:
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
finger
And it hurt like crazy
And I had to sit out for months
I couldn't do anything but run
I couldn't wrestle
I couldn't do drills
I couldn't do anything
respect bitch you dub I stand on a hunnit you ain’t Chris brown you ain’t never gon run it if I want it right now imma get it stop fronting if the dick too
wit ya boi Bow Wow
And dat boi Chris Brown
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground
Bring it up slow
Twerk dat thing like dem girls in da
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
on my seat
Ten-thousand-dollar toe rings, featured by me
Bitches know it's time out
They be fucking me so good, I be like 'Time out'
They want to fuck
the curves that
Could stop moving traffic
I'mma tap that ass
If it puts me in a casket
I heard about Chris Brown
He was driving his girl around
And then
got funds
That's the kind of bitch I want
That's the type of shit I'm on
Put it out, and let it come
Never run from anyone
Never force it let it come
not duck down (Duck Down)
Beat it up so good, got me singing like Chris Brown
40 Inch Lace and it came with a bustdown (Bow Bow)
Now up the score, cause
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
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
spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up
Not juts cause of my mo-ney
My real name Chris but not Chris Brown
But look baby I run it (Said I run it yea)
I
Fuck her, she make me say oh Lordy
I
and now she feel a way when I tell her ass look at me now
Look at me now
Look at me now like I’m Chris brown
Look at me now like you been around
Bitch look
Brown paper bag (yo khaled I'm so focused homie I can see clearly now you all ready know what it is)
Thank god for those days, thank god for those
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
VCR nigga, please unhook it
Run the DVD when the satellite crooked
Honey, what you mean you ain't never seen
A big-screen in the back
throw in a DVD!
We can save the world this Christmas time by giving it all away
Even if it's more than you can pay
It's a tax write oooooff!
Is there
Ain't no limit
Yeah
Ain't no limit
Fuck the sky I'm way above it
Only moving up and that's the way that I run it.
Chris Brown I run it
Look at me
that? (crowd: ya!)
I'm pretty sure you can; let's give it a try
What you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
Oh, ladies and gentlemen, you
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
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
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