Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Trina]
Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
Oh I'm just in the vein of a nice refrain so pay attention round
And the name I'll tell of a fine young swell and a rich young man called Brown
Oh
I'm country
Sip brown, gulp white
Pour up, take it down
Gulp white pour up, take em down
Gulp white pour up, take em down
Drank drank drank
beautiful brown people! We made it, it's crazy, but nah nah, listen
I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm getting ahead of myself
So like, I was staying with him
be this, there wouldn't be Chris,
Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist.
No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either,
There would only be tight jeans,
Hella hella dope
Hella hella fresh
Im hella nice
I hella throw im hella right
Hella hella dope
Hella hella fresh
Im hella nice
I hella throw im hella
it gone be
Trick or treat
Huh... break it down
Darkskin Chris brown ima bout to take you down
She my queen I just replaced a ring for a crown
Pretty
TRIPINATION
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
WITH HOW MANY EVER GRAINS OF SALT YOU WISH,
THAT THE BROWN ACID CIRCULATING AROUND US
like gina
Chris brown i cant beef with him cuz he a singer
Yeah that boy a bitch i could just tell by his demeanor
Cuh come and wipe a nigga out like he
selling tickets to a pity party
Now I'm holding my bankroll
Thick as queso
Got a real queen, she by my side, fuck these fake hoes
Me and Chris Waters got
up, you should call me Chris Brown
He was dissing on my cuddy till we caught him by the bounds
Caught a plug, tap in, so we get it by the pounds
Try
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
a large, uh glandular organ in your abdomen
You know it's uh, it's reddish brown, it's sort oh uh
Yeah, yeah yeah, I know what it is but, I'm using it
then I offer that guest bed
You cannot stay by my side
The uber outside I wish you a nice ride
I can only fit that cash on my mind
Brown eyes but I got
then I offer that guest bed
You cannot stay by my side
The uber outside I wish you a nice ride
I can only fit that cash on my mind
Brown eyes but I got
pay
Ay yo, my man Phife Diggy, he got something to say
I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican or Haitian (uh)
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
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
mo' than Jose Conseco
Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim
The nice braids, brown eyes
R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond
Y'all
Uh, y'know, uh, uh, Boogie Brown, uh
How you expect me to love you
When I can't even trust you, uh, huh
So he played you, right?
Shot a little
Chris Brown b ass
A medallion the size of a Nintendo DS
Short italian chain on a …
Every verse styling stop the beat, bx
I break the China with the chop
accessories was valid fuck a role model
Brown water plus somebody daughter
Down the whole bottle
Then I take her down like Chris breezy
And the song follow
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