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arrive, I am floored
By the varieties named
I love these guys
Wouldn’t spend my time any other way

[LaTreezy]
Rocky road, chocolate chip
Birthday cake-this

Brown
Walk in this bitch like Charlie Brown
You goddamn right, it's me and my dog
Nigga talk sideways I'll break his jaw
Draco kick like Marshall law

single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my

you know your socks are too damn small
The heel should be at the back, not at the ball
If you didn't know by now yeah I'm fucking Chris
But at least I

This how I get when the conjac is in me

I'm on that brown, that D'Usse that Remy that Henny
Kissing her neck oh shit my cup empty
Come back to our

This how I get when the conjac is in me

I'm on that brown, that D'Usse that Remy that Henny
Kissing her neck oh shit my cup empty
Come back to our

Sobb Story

Leaders of the New School

Total Devastation: The Best of Busta Rhymes

2001

when your boss is a jerk
I sweat floors and drive to get mine
My amigos with Dinco D, Milo and Busta Rhymes
Wreck top kickbox galooine Brown who's

Brown Cigarillos
History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental
America's a glass house and my revenge is mental
Rather use my brain than

My life is waiting for time to stop
There's endless ticking from all these clocks
I bite my finger to slow things down
I wear black, grey and brown

to ask to mix some white with my brown
My homie says I can't be dating these white women
But I'm a stubborn mother fucker and my type is written in

Why am I a Rastaman?
I love my brothers and I sisters
And I can not give up a tall man

Brother Brown, brother Chris
Brother Tom, brothers stand,

I’m not a rapper, don’t compare me to Gunna
Ain’t no shocking flows here, so don’t compare me to Stunna
You can judge my style or even the flow if

bestie is a shift lead
He can't save you now
Stir the pesto. Angry like aggretsuko
Hold a crumble cookie
I'ma need a fucking breast bowl
Yes, oh
We love

female I be trustin' is the one I call my momma
She be starting fights when we get to Benihana
We a match made in hell like Chris Brown and Rihanna yikes

silver spoon America
Simmer down now compare it to when I tear it up
You prima donna Rhianna's ain't fond of my music
Cause it's not Chris Brown abusive

What I Do

Chris Brown

Graffiti

2009

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

waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair

"One kiss, my

The Highwayman

Loreena McKennitt

Live in Paris and Toronto

1999

to the window
And who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
Plaiting a dark red love knot 
Into her

Boss moves counting wit my feet up
Whole lotta green lets tee up
Late night shit they don't be up 
Everybody waiting for the reup 
Bitches tell me

concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal
Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle
Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success

don't tempt me
Now you left me a stray
Blinded by love
Now that's out of my way
Left your ass in the dust
Like ash on my tray
Now it's fuck love
'Cause

Look at my watch 
Look at drip
Look at my shoes
Look at my fit
Looking like Sosa
Looking like Mitch
Looking like Micheal 
Looking like Chris
Yeah, I

asking can we
Get it together
Get it together
Get it together
We can work it out I just want you by my side
Yeah
But, I really need to know is can we get

of the year
It's fucking facts
And any nigga say it's not
They getting fucking smacked
Yeah
My flow soulful to the air
Make you feel like you in church
It's