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pounds
I have brown hair and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food
I have two brothers, Chris and Graham
and two parents, Paul

a triple stack
A nigga try me bout 50 cents go get the strap
Then tell a bitch that's celibate to let me take her down
And Call me Chris Brown cause i know

money back
Niggas crazy in the booth with they cap ass rhymes
Gimme the blade I give you cuts that's rite on time
You forgot to pay the fee, you gotta run

Steak Sauce [Bonus Track]

Tyler, the Creator

Goblin [Deluxe Version]

2011

Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete

got it by the pidound
Straight up out the midound, make everybody get down
Sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
Ain't Eightball at the mall with

yo wife...
I'm getting high, I'm getting high
(Stop that Chris Brown shit nigga)
Yo
(Young pretty nigga)
Young pretty nigga (You already know)
Young

match my fit, hat match my shirt, shirt match my bitch
These niggas might dress but not like this, Kaliimarii bag brown, Gimme That like Chris
I'm tellin'

some acid
Talk to our eyelids and shit

(Just kidding man, stick to the herb)
(He said Chris Brown but I don't know why)

So now we live and learn

days cause
I know they ain't shooting
The only shots these niggas tryna
Send is through some music
Chris Brown will these pills
Yeah I abuse them
Don't

had to mash it on them RPMs
Know I pull up by 9 pm
Finna wreck it in is Ralph,  shut the internet down
Take it down, wit me no Chris brown
Jordan peele,

Had to dub back for da remix catch a nigga lackin on some sweet shit
Live by da gun you gon die by it, I really practice wat I'm preachin
Fareal tho

be sayin that im the one who gon top anyone who come through
Got me feelin like chris brown, you rihanna, you get knockout wit a 1 2
This k gon be

girls got nothing on but virgin hair 
What a fuck a picture that's a fuck picture
The beat is complicated call it chris science
Israel is real great but

Remix we gets busy over here
No sleep niggas stay up on they grizzie over here
We young (young), we fly (fly)
and we gon stay flashy till the day that we

Good Time

Youth Group

The Night Is Ours

Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can

a hit like Chris Brown

Hey

Music is a time machine 

If you know, you know

Hey

Margaritas 

Mamacitas

Hey

I been in the Dark Aether and I beat it

the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got

F**K Faces

Scarface

My Homies

1998

You must be used to all the finer things
Infatuated by what money brangs
It seems to me you hoes will never change
So all that's left is for us

she rock me 
Got me goin’ crazy like I’m Chris Breeze 
Throwing all these ones, can you say cheese?


It should be a crime 
Way you killin’em 
I would

Lemme see you bounce that, shake that, clap clap, gimme that
Round of applause let's go little kitty kat
Rock rock drop it down low make it pitty pat

that cash
If that bitch do not got it
Then that's a fucking ass
We re-up on the wush then
Smoke 'em by the pack
Man I been smoking weed like it's

was on stuck
Couldn’t get over that hump
Until my record dropped and it bumped
Told me Blessed was his favorite one
Followed by that I’m the one
So I

Sometimes I see I put my pride aside
When I get to that point I fuck round and I leave
Do not disturb I just be needin my time
Gimme space I need to breathe

Sometimes I see I put my pride aside
When I get to that point I fuck round and I leave
Do not disturb I just be needin my time
Gimme space I need to breathe