Lyrics:
the remix, its an honor my n*gga
I made rap one blood, that say I'm signin' wit Jigga
I got rappers gettin' mad at me
I got these new jack rappers tryna clap
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
AND it's
Not who I'm going to
Be! I hope they liked it i think they did
Chris gave me two bags of Doritos i gave
Him some bubble gum it wasn't a trade
Just
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
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that's
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
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
Chris Brown moves
I'm just doin my thangs 아직까지 기억해
듣곤 했던 rap songs now they call it boom bap
Wu-tang, gang starr, biggie and pac
새로 태어났지 I was like
Nigga run up my nigga we drummin'
Wrappin' a blunt as long as a bungee
Fuckin' your bitch my dick in her stomach
Talkin' 'bout money like Chris
Brown we
This is what you want, I'mma put it like this; lay it down to the Aug, Trey and Chris remix
[Hook:]
Say you luv it (ay), you luv it girl (ay)
You
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
Picture Perfect
Hurricane Chris
Bow Weezy
Chris Brown
Remix
Go
You might've seen her on every cover
Of every magazine but can't nobody get
meeting Karen
Jae Millz
The beat hot is snaring
Red on red McClaren
V Cal(?) looking like its from another planet
My diamonds like Chris Brown
They cant
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
the tango
And we kill people like Tadoe
You not from here don't come around
Got sticks with dicks they hunnid rounds
The chop make him dance like Chris Brown
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
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