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Tell me now would you still ride with me
Would you still roll side by side with me
If i lost the plot and went all nuts tell me now
Would you still

no reason,
And that's the reason I rhyme,
But once I show the globe,
I just wanna know.

Chris Brown
Where do we go from here?
Where,tell me please?

they told me when I graduate from high school, he would be home
I went away to Morris Brown, I graduated, and he still ain't home
Now I'm an adult,

they told me when I graduate from high school, he would be home
I went away to Morris Brown, I graduated, and he still ain't home
Now I'm an adult,

And the main lesson
And this was over years
But the drummer always
Has to do what's best for the song

And one day
Yaeli's daughter Hadas
Told my sister and I

there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.

Have faith and I will never ever leave
I love you
I want you
Have faith in a young OG
Have faith and do a B.I.G

I heard she tastes by the safeties

Brown, look at me now
Uh, like who you fucking with
I wish I would lose to crumby bitch, that's one funny shit
I'm on another tip, I can drag a bitch by

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

gunning that
They wanna no who bumping that
Hot wire a car we jumping that
I don't give a fuck about none of that

Been around since Chris Brown was running

one too man I go insane
Team full of vets you crack soldiers
Y'all fucking bad watch your back focus
Try battling bars
Imma Chris Brown Rihanna's
Maybe

in love with music anyway
Listen to Chris Brown Drake 2 Chainz Tank and even Ye
They’re just to name a few I’ve got around 31 days
Worth of music in my

Brown Paper Bag

Migos

C U L T U R E

2017

I'm talkin', yeah yeah for real

Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad (smash, dad,

Turn up the sound 
High in the moon 
I feel like chris brown 
All these hoes on my dick 
They lookin for sum clout
They keep blowin my phone
Ima laylow

the driveway
Bumping Dark Side of the Moon
And if you were nineteen in Wells
Maine like I was
You would probably do that shit too

Purple smoke in the sky
Riding

now
So I gotta clown
Yeah I gotta cope somehow
And I light this gas up
Hit like Chris Brown
I’m at the red light
Never slowing down
They gon fuck with

Gimme That

Chris Brown

Chris Brown

2005

womp, wo-womp, womp wo-womp, wo-womp
(Chris Brown is in the building)

The young boy just turned sixteen and I got (uh)
Six fours and hot bikes that I

of moments let him and her push up on it
But don't judge me. Look, I'm just trying to do me
Don't you see, I want to have my fun while I am young
I want

420 blazin'
My girl on her knees I don't think that she's prayin'
Beat the pussy up like Chris Brown's wife
Imma slit his fuckin' throat with a knife
I

being lame, might have to call that bitch Lamar
I could hold you down, would you be down
Be your man around town
Always on the influence, call her Chris

a game, so is switch, but I really don't play
They told me I would never make it, that there could be no way
I told my mama what I'm making, all she said

Oh
Brown sugar baby
What would you say if I told you something crazy
I've been feelin' hazy
I've been thinking, maybe
Maybe we could go out tonight

the hills bitch I'm like the Weekend no
Not Chris Brown but Friday these bitches get freaky
But I do fuck with them cause it ain't the shit that I'm feeling
I

browns skin that come with double D's
Stressed over what
Nigga I be smoking
Smoking good
So thick man I would swear her ass was swollen
Thicker then