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get beat, we'll never compete, this shit doesn't fly
I got my needs, we due for the green, the money ain't free, so gimmie the dime
Comin' at me, you

go
You got that fire
I can't deny it
She sexy from head to toe
I wanna kiss your body
Feel your body
Don't wanna let it go
You got that fire
I wanna

I think your my addiction 
Your the thing 
that I'm cookin' in the Kitchen 

You the thing 
got these other girls riffin'
Got a player 
bout to give

can't control it
I act up but I ain't condone it
You would relate if you ever lost faith and had to alleviate 
All your aches and moanin'

I'm up late so

it 'til your boneless
Like I come from San Antonio, pop up at the spur of the moment
How you want it? When in Hell, I'm a Roman
Head on fire, I'm

Actin Crazy

Action Bronson

Mr. Wonderful

2015

tell her that I love her
You ain't gotta worry 'bout a thing, I got it covered
Why you think I'm out here actin' crazy?
Why you think I'm out here

gon' blow
What the fuck you got that pole for

Treyfoe tryna blow
Fuck you think he in that mode for
Nigga that's my business
And that ain't where your

ain't gotta call shotgun, you got the front seat
But, you know I gotta keep a shotta in the backseat
Take you on a thrill, this the real-hood taxi
She

against the ropes
Took the year off but still you ain't close
Now I'm in your face like the run in your nose
Boy my bass make your speaker explode
At my

you that he loved you but it's short lived
But I got you
I'm calling to let you know
That I was standing by your side
Through them times with you
When

(Banger)
What up, nephew? Man, you know what it is
I wanna start this jawn just by sayin' man, I'm so proud of you, man
But after that, it's all

make me feel
Like nobody else is here but you

You know we ain't got 
Nothing else better to do

Baby don't play you can't press rewind
You know here you

see your doubt
I know you feeling upset, but I feel proud that I got you to hold
When I come home and my heart's been froze
Swallow all the pain, yeah,

ashamed
I won't miss you
Hide my tissues
Cry much 'cause you never liked my riddles
I was switchin' into night mode
Hiding in my room and you thought that I

Cuz she don't play by the rules
Real quick to switch on you
Poisonous like a Brown Recluse
Man it ain't lookin good for you, no uh
No, no no

Tell me

Yo (Excuse Me Miss)

Chris Brown

Fidel Cashflow [2006]

2005

should start by saying yo

I don't know your name but excuse me miss
I saw you from across the room

I got to give her game proper
Spit it so she get

the Roots and Culture live on through the Youth of The Uribe Tribe
My last Name is what I represent with Pride
Behind your Lies you just sit and hide
Whack

bitches, he creeping to crush you
Ruga in your bushes, he creeping to crush you
That's my man, I ain't got a fucking question
That's my man, I ain't got

gear I need to steer
Drip or drown in that Moncler
Where the fuck you at man?
I ain't seen you since last year

Every time you wanna pull up
You never do

the order
When you walking heavy you gotta keep it cordial
Niggas dying I keep it, I ain't even for it
Bro got a 9 so I stole him some corbins
Shopping for

Turn on the light
Open your eyes
Baby girl It's you and I
Alone tonight
I'll be right  between them thighs
Right by your side
Deep thoughts lurking

in my ways, lover boy, see no flaw
I was binded by ways that I ain't never come across
I was binded by tricks, man, I never applause
Come in my soul

Recipe for queens, ain't no television screen
Not by any means
Not by any means

You spit fire in your sleep!
Wait, you saw all that?
Ya I get it, y'know

that made you hide your hoes
And decide to ghost when we pulled up by the entrance
Ain't no godly redemption
when we hop out in benz's
Boy them choppas