Lyrics:
Pour me a cup…
That girl is Supercalifragilistic
Pour me a cuppa coffee
Don't forget the Brown Sugar
Pour me a cuppa coffee
Don't forget
kiss her
Diamonds on me dancing like Chris Brown
You said I wouldn't make it, well, bitch
I'm the shit now little bitch, sit down
Kicking in your trap
it? Got it, got it sexy, erotic
El carrito mío, she ride it
Dale Chris Brown, put it down for the pound
(Woo)
Eastside, simmer down
It's too late
me
Feel like Chris Brown
Ion fuck with Chris Brown
If you tryna cross the street
Say ya prayers now
Or just hold ya heat
You married to the street
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
got weed in that shit
I keep the cheese in a clip
If she act up I might have to Chris Brown her and beat on the bitch
I'm a rapping redneck that's
dancin' and call it love, she fightin' but fallin' slowly
If ever you are in doubt, remember what mama told me
Brown skin girl, ya skin just like pearls
know how it Feel and I cannot surrender if I Retreat are you coming with me
I fell in love with brown eyes Brown liquor and brown eyes
I fell in love
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
Stressin bout wealth
Too caught in her ways really jus need some help
Jus hold me down
Give me some time to figure out
What this thing we call love about
Arie told me, bro you should speak out loud
Like a Chris Brown song, shit look at me now
I'm the voice of my crowd, used to speak just to you
Now people
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy and Chrissy
We was kissin
Havana Syndrome
God Hates Gucci
And
He don't wear Louie
Don't love guns
Guess who yours truly
Young Tim Duncan
With a bun in the oven
Jimmy
straight up 'cause I got your muzzle
People too hard to figure out, so shit call me a puzzler
Freestyling nigga, boy I be showing charisma
Yeah I be
We had the first family, see and Mr. Chris Brown
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down
My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge
J.B.
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I can't tell where yours begins, I can't tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need
Question, tell me, hey, why you so sexy?
Nike tights with the Vapormax, with your back out doing core work
Made love when we fucked first, tonight go
Won’t tell no lie eye eye
She’s a cutie
Brown eye beauty
Brown eye beauty
I know she loves me it’s, easy to see
First time I saw her I could, hardly
Yeah, y'all think we playin'? Haha (Uh)
It's The Conglomerate chris Breezy
Busta Buss lonny B, get 'em
Callin' me at 4 up in the mornin'
Just got
So I just call her Miss. Brown Eyes, Miss. Brown Eyes
Next day I was walking on the FL
Could this wanna see her pass me by
Not this time I gotta
he never got to ray J
Fuck around nigga you get that Chris Brown shit
And fuck around nigga you get that Chris Brown shit
Hey baby come over here you
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
She want commitment and some love
I'm like only dates
So let me break down the game tape
Play by play
Number One
Take an Uber man
Don't ever drive
Cuz
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