Lyrics:
you know
It ain't safe no more, man
We want all women
We comin' for the R&B singers, actresses
Models all that, man
Yeah i see you O, I see you Chris
sensitive) it's just business
With a bad bitch
Her shoes and purse expensive
She seen these racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp
lonely lion
On the streets that mans on a
Said she likes the finer things in life yet she don't wanna be by my side
Cut her off, now it's her loss, missed
The curtains is closed it's certainly close
Never saw wolves in circuses clothes
Are chances he glows wide or circling close?
If you ain't won yet, then keep
murdered, it's murder
God ain't put us on the Earth to get murdered, it's murder
Don't point your weapons at me
Seen the pictures, feel the pain, scandalous
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
a terrible thing to waste)
Caught the face from the backs of the border of the mind state
I play control to a fraud (nah, it ain't happenin')
Nada to make
Botticelli's Venus Rising from the Sea
Yeah, you ain't seen nothing yet!
Written by Sheila Swift & Big Chris Flores
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
her ass watch it bounce
All the way around, Chris Brown
Imma take it down
Fucking with a king
Fuck a ring
She can get a crown (Come on you know how that
You don't have to wonder when I come
You label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)
Funny how Oo got money, people come around
Soon as Oo
Got those big brown eyes
She a 10 and a little shy
Another morning yet another cry
One more chance just another lie
Runnin through the dark just
the friends if I have to
Lemme not say c word before I get pressed
Nigga by who by Piru give a fuck like boo-hoo
Nigga who nigga who is you (He said it twice)
her what she need
I give her what she like
And then by the end of the night, I'm say-ing it's them
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip
alive
It ain't die yet big and Pac ain't alive
But I ain't die yet
I'm about to dissect the dutch
Cuz I ain't high yet i wear alot of jewels
But I ain't
class yeah head of my class ay
Oh oh I'm the head of my classss yalllllllll ay awww halll,
Ay ay
[(verse) chris brown]
Look it's your boy nineteen
class yeah head of my class ay
Oh oh I'm the head of my classss yalllllllll ay awww halll,
Ay ay
[(verse) chris brown]
Look it's your boy nineteen
I lead the team I'm Jimmy Butler
That money callin', I say 'wassup?'
I came in here to fuck the bucks up
I ain't got shit to do, it's Friday, Chris
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
know about Harlem?
I'm living the same way you are, only mine's was self made
You made yourself public enemy, but you ain't Flavor Flav
It's all good
You don't have to wonder when I come
You label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)
Funny how Oo got money, people come around
Soon as Oo
You don't have to wonder when I come
You label me a bum, you fake it ain't suprisin me (yeah)
Funny how Oo got money, people come around
Soon as Oo
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