Lyrics:
Just point out the bounce
Yes, just point out the bounce nigga
Yo, listen
Rumor has it "The Blueprint" classic
Couldn't even be stopped by Bin
Brimi
7.62 go through bricks , UPT I'm straight out the bricks
He'nt selling clothes, but he sold him some fit
I don't wanna talk money call coming in
on the spoken word
Of The dopest lyrics I've ever heard
A symphonic connection
Intellectual collection
A melodic album of spiritual mixture
Rhythm and Blues Good
on the spoken word
Of The dopest lyrics I've ever heard
A symphonic connection
Intellectual collection
A melodic album of spiritual mixture
Rhythm and Blues Good
a steady hand
Intentions clouded on you
Ayy, all that talent can't buy no heart
Can be loyal by a fault
Never let my dogs
Do somethin' I wouldn't do,
the jealous type but don't be too long
Felt a little spark by the pool
Probably get a ring when the season done
You can't be alone 'cause it's taboo
If I post
[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
The world is changing drastically
People things situation
Getting worse by the day
Society does'nt recognize humanity Anymore
Destruction corruption
In da ghetto in da ghetto
The ghetto
In da ghetto in da ghetto
Now here's a 15 year old named Chris
A smart young man working hard for his shit
Most
to riches
Birth By Rain City B
Stick with my energy
Rep like a mascot
I took a holiday turned to a protege
T.B.E hands down
See the style that I pop when
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
the tv off man (Ah shit)
Turn the radio on man, turn the radio on
[Radio stations being changed]
It ain't'nt nothin' on the radio man
Put that fuckin'
I'll be on in a minute
I be all in kitchen steady whippin' random shit up
You can tell just by her lip that I just
Nutted off in the bitch drank, she
my pocket
See what they told Malcolm X to do with his hands?
That shit was out of pocket
Picked up shotguns that came in handy, wasn't no plan B
YOUNG GUNZ LYRICS
"No Better Love"
[Young Chris + Neef Talking]
Where the ladies
You can feel me
I wanna be your mother, your father
Your brother,
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
wanted true love, ayy
Early bird like a cock, ayy
Eat my chick like it's broccoli
Clockwork Orange when I walk by (Orange)
Haters can't be in my shoes
your skirt now
The events that followed had me volley if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far
on a single, my niggas gon' lean you, we'll be at your album release (facts)
Jay might pick me up, we just got him a Jeep
Dre Mac called me my phone, said he
official
Let me tell you when it all started
Game dropped Documentary and
Made plenty enemies
It was a classic album, but prior to that
Guerilla Black
today with us a artist goes by Di name Faze Di Emin3nt,A whaa kind a name dat man? Now tell me Faze how you come across that name? Well you whaa see when
[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
throw the lane Kyrie Irving watch a young nigga (ball)
All these haters by the 85 Celtic vs. the Lakers watch a young nigga (ball, ball, ball)
Jumping off
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