Lyrics:
Put that in my comic
Swerving through the cosmic
I've been going crazy Chris Brown perfect timing
Indiana vibing
Flying to the islands
Insta I won't
around
Know this round house it'll knock them down
All my people turn to Chris Brown when he fall down
How we stomp the ground
Want the gold like
gimme that Spanish castle magic
Some Spanish castle magic
When the clouds are really low
And they overflow like cotton candy
And battlegrounds
Red
they still call me bougie
You can tell by my hustle that I got good coochie
Try to play it crazy might lose me goofy
Rich bitch vibes that's why he's
and T-T-Tell me, girl, that's okay
Callin' me day by day, pickin' up like, what you say
She saids as she cries I, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-should've stayed
We was ridin'
her ass cause she that I love to play
She like okay
Gimme a minute to change bae
And she went up in the bathroom and came out in lingerie
Ain't no Chris
yeah, ot goes down like that
Word up, fresh wes bringing it on
Show b-i-z on the remix
As we flow on 1992-93 and beyond
Word up as we kick the flavour
I'm
squares, ain't around
Young Joc, it’s goin’ down
Kill yo stompin, Chris Brown
Ran it up in my town
Then they ran off with my sound
Exavis where you at?
I
remember what he said about Mike Brown
That's why he goin' through all this bullshit right now (karma)
People went to Travis Scott show and lost they life
find pain
Either catch one by the cartridge or the trigger that's slain
Numbing the topic, the indica guts and a dutch of chocolate
All cause ignorance
Gimme all of you I'm right here by yo side baby
Might be sprung off you been givin all my time lately
Just want you to ball with me I know you wit
a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh
Whipping in the kitchen,
a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh
Whipping in the kitchen,
man
Start off by lettin you know, See the pen that's Pai Mei
Mixed with Chris Tucker gettin real money from Friday
On some nice haze, that could have
muthafucka
This is mic music, night music, spark a light to it
Fuck that, shits bangin' go 'head and write to it
Might to do it, once more call it a remix
called the waitress, gimme a drink!
And by that time, a nigga start' to think
If that bitch in here swallows bottle tops,
I know she could make me hard
but everyone can do something
So we gotta rep, for all the niggaz that ain't here right now
[Akir:] The outro tip, the One Remix, yo
[Akir]
One
You know how to find it, just follow the sirens
We don't have time for the drama or violence
Even ya mama's invited
I'll stick with the Crown, no brown
Hey, homeys!
Who me?
Yeah, that's right. You the fly hustler.
Ya'll still sellin' that fake Louie, huh?
Hey! Don't be turnin' the high side up in
nigga's stomp hard
Ooh, I think they like me when they heard me on the other one
So its only right that I hit u wit another one
Remix, we gets, busy ova
Gotta get me that (Gimme that)
Seaside paradise
Had to take a risk, take a chance
Take a gamble (Had to do it when I do it)
Crap game
Playing with a pair
you by the hand?
What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking?
They want me bad, now bad I'll be
They
a teen
Movie star fit how I'm fresh on the scene
Ya
Gimme that heat I slide
Baddest chick she in my ride
Wavy chick stay by my side
I'm the wave some like
that pension pendin'
Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin'
Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin'
She got pretty brown eyes and she in
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