Lyrics:
kickin’ me out
But you shouldn’t have a hard time pickin’ me out,
In the crowd,
Even my medicine’s sick of me now
Hey Chris Brown! Look at me now
I’m tryna
Smith really went and smacked the shit out of Chris Rock (he did)
He laughed at the joke at first until he saw his wife's demeanor
Chris Rock ain't know
insane sipping Cristal
Bars are gonna blow away your brain like Chris Kyle
Ain't no more talk
Ain't no more talk
Ain't no more talk
Ain't no more talk
help
Takin' all these drugs, ain't got a care in the world by my health
If something happens to the bros, I swear my heart will melt
If something
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
there
If I don't fuck with you
I don't mind you knowing I don't fuck with you
Breaking down a key of coke, I ain't never seen a boat
Khaza got
Girl your is love like a heart attack
Once I catch it ain't no going back
If you're near feels like
I have cardiac arrest arrest baby
Girl your love
with his wife
Talking about the h*** ain't got my heart, you my one and only
I guess I ain't the only one that could recognize a phony
Keep my name out
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
Sway"
No he didn't, he said:
You ain't got the answers, You ain't got the answers
And that means "Tell me what you want, Sway"
Or are you gonna say I'm
ain't ride this dick without a sound I lift her up, I grip her butt I pipe her
down I'm Charley Brown, I'm not Chris Brown
but I take her down, yeah
We
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
I’m pissed now
Now a nigga walking round the house playing loyal by Chris brown
But that’s how I really feel now
Damn
Later you pull up then we cool out
like Chris Brown know I'm Tucci
Hold on, maybe just like Lil Wayne, fresh ass chain from Johnny Dane
She say that I go insane, baby come on give me brain
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
thinkin' you ain't equal?
Brotha you are fuckin' see through
The deceitful will writhe and yell
As that sickly unrighteous smell emanate from hell
Brain's
Tainted past steeped in fear and denial
Terrified of emotion so it scare me to smile
All that pain my heart's feeling, merely a trial?
Time to break
of my heart
Man this is silly
I ain't got nothing but slugs for you bitch-ass niggas, know what I mean?
Fuck all why'all niggas, straight like that
to war
No Chris Brown, brains wall to wall
Like Lamelo
All I wanna do is ball
But we still get it jumping like bungee cords
She tried to tell me I
really out here slidin'
Childhood like Chris Brown and Drake's song, no guidance
If anybody find peace, let me know where to find it
You know? 'Cause
of them too
Were ushered in by Old Doc Brown
When we made our first debut
Tho' he needed his dimes and there were times
That he'd receive a fee
He'd
on
Don't need none, nigga, you tellin' em move on
Ain't stressin' then, nigga, you could do better alone
I came with that hustle, that shit make that pussy
ain't even park yet
I could've got the brain from ya bitch but she ain't smart yet
Niggas say they gambled on me
Nigga that's a smart bet
How you tryna
ain't nothin' like mine (uh)
Cute face nice size like mine
Stay kitted, hood wit' it like mine (ha)
Mean walk, talk the talk, let me tell you some more
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