Lyrics:
and watch me knock your mans down
You out here on some bullshit, you be playin' around
Name the SK, Chris Brown, the way I take you down
You won't see me
busting
Bitch, it go harder than when Chris Brown krumping
No no, bitch, it go harder than bread crumbs in the summer
How much of gas do you burn like
[sung]
Please lift us up where we belong
All this time we're holdin on
Lift us up where we belong
'cause life takes over like a spawn
[Dom Pachino]
So put your fires out and stop burnin' Chris' bridges (woo!)
Hah, you little bitches
When all your love is lost (is lost)
And burning bridges can't be
what I've come to do
To glorify
Glorify your name
Less of me and more of you
Jesus
Jesus
That is what am here to do
Lifting up your name
Lifting up your
we known to kill
(We known to kill)
Ya clique like dogs Mike Vick im am
(We known to kill)
Treat em like Rihanna Chris Brown I am like,
(We known
work in you
Follow Me, I will complete it
Lift up your eyes,
I'm where your help comes from
Let Me be your strength, your power, your wisdom
Hey dear
(music playing in background)
Hello
"Ring,Ring"
What's up?
So ah you wanna come over so we can hang out
Hey what's up girl what cha doin'
You know
By god you're in my soul
Keep thinking of that night and more
First time sweet and bold
Brown sugar with the spice on hold
Figured as much (Na na na,
(the ballers out)
It's time to get it (let's get it)
Work that, twerk back 'til you got a hurt back
Make 'em wanna flirt back, lift it up and murk
to slap me like Chris Browns Hoe
I told that bitch to leave cause that shits a no go
But Thats ok cause Im still gonna fuck her friend though
So I aint got
to slap me like Chris Browns Hoe
I told that bitch to leave cause that shits a no go
But Thats ok cause Im still gonna fuck her friend though
So I aint got
I'm dippin or dying
You know the weed hit like Chris brown Rihanna
Cuz I know the farmer I'm known as a rasta
I hit out the park like Ortiz off Madonna
not cheap but I'll feed you some Wendy's
Earth tone luh vibe her skin brown like a penny
Patek Phillipe
Cost a couple of Gs
This a crazy time piece
can tell by the way you carry yourself, you never sold no dope (dope)
Growin' up, my mama beat my ass and cleaned my mouth with soap (soap)
Now she
McDonalds hash-browns
Bring all the bitches and bottles wit me
Nigga you a let down RGIII
You gotta stand on it breath it and live by it
Handling business
name in your mouth get your stats up
Cause you could be Chris Rock at the Oscar's getting smacked up
You hang with the big kids that really try to act
Yeah, straight up, a ghetto child, though, man. Super duper blessed, man, super duper blessed.
Really anointed, anointed by the Lord so you know, I'm
She say I been the one but you just been round
And im goin fuck up her guts when she spin round
Yung Eskobar
You know how get down
First I was lost now
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
Say you wanna make a scene?
Oh you wanna rock the beat?
You ain't ever seen a brown boy
going down
Playing chess with these black men
Intimidated by black skin
I ain't going out with no action
Got a faction of black and brown
Rocking the naps
and lift 'em up
Let us toast to the future here's to us
No, here's to her
They wonder how we do what we do
Panamera Porsche's me and you
Stuck to your side
names there's power in Jesus name
If you say that Jesus Christ is Lord boy let Him lead the way
We lift our praises up
Heaven comes down
Heaven comes down
promise that I'll be alright I probably just need more time
Before I see you in love
Again with the next boy who's mesmerized
By that brown imperfection in
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