Lyrics:
’m 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
do
Tell me I lied
Tell me you tried
It’s hard for me to get through
Ask you a question
You know I meant it
Why did you just pull away
I listen
same lil hoe suck dick and get kicked out
And I still beat the pack like Chris Brown
Nigga get caught and go missing, won't get found
He text me what's
a second phone for all my music
This shit come easy to me, i'm gifted, they won't admit it, but knew it
Why the fuck you riding the south with that gun lil'
the law, wash it by divesting my investments spread em cross a few portfolios
My bitch don’t ask, she just gon order those
That’s what that trust bring
Start
one leg he won't jog
I'm honorable go ask my dogz
It's best to kill yourself than get caught
Now it's evil whatever your money bought
Now scan your
doesn't know
Is I'm fine on my own
What he doesn't know won't make or break it
What he doesn't know is I can take it
What he doesn't know is I'll get by
triggered
Guess that's just the come up
Too much heat chris brown and gunna
I'm feeling on top, but they want me under
Run up on me
I got plenty guys
They
you want me to say?
I don't need you anyway
Cut the ties, won't be back, bitch
Don't tell me anything
Keep the notes in your bag that
I sent you every
you covered I’m better than all state
On my RnB shit usher that ass my way
Don’t you be on bullshit like Chris Brown say
So anxious like Ginuwine, come
around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya
around get your guys hit, a ten hut!
I send three-six ol' shit, nigga what?
If ya tired ya tired, if ya snooze ya lose
But you won't wrap up ya
'm with the shits, I'm not y'all
I won't cap, I won't stall
I'm 5'11", money 7 feet tall
Still goin' in, I'ma eat like a dog
It ain't no rush, I got plenty
ya
Bandages or hell you would
All brown and skinny but I've
Fucked up so many
I got QP's and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask
at me now I'm tending to these bars
No Chris Brown
Give me one hit
I’ll direct it
Straight to your frown
Out for the count
6ft deep with this beat in
to the opps
I slapped my man wit' the spins
But last man guy i hit
Got slapped by the dots (Where they at?)
They always ask why i'm so violent?
I grew up
When all your love is lost
And burning bridges can't be crossed
Lord, won't you let me know?
Or give me one more reason to go?
When all your love is
missing
Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold
roped in disguise
We all know they're lies
We hope to survive
I'm not liking this confusion, of this day to day life illusion
Why are we moving? I
I ain't know no better, I ain't learned it yet
Swervin' in my jet Chris, Dior sweater
I ain't learned it yet, I ain't know no better
Swervin' in my
know we know that you go low
And you won't speak
When mi ask him why you doin it
He couldn't reply
Saw mi tek off piece and feel di deply
Mi nuh
transform that to a half a man, Afghanistan
You wouldn't understand how I'm really living
I had it bad when I went to prison
Chris Brown diamonds won't
Hey look I'm only in town for a night
And when I pull up, man the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like
and
Get you hit in ya face
Second half y'all owe me won't
Fit in the safe
Talkin' money to me is legit a mistake
My next crib I debate
"Should it be in
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