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they still call me bougie
You can tell by my hustle that I got good coochie
Try to play it crazy might lose me goofy
Rich bitch vibes that's why he's

and T-T-Tell me, girl, that's okay
Callin' me day by day, pickin' up like, what you say
She saids as she cries I, sh-sh-sh-sh-sh-should've stayed
We was ridin'

her ass cause she that I love to play
She like okay
Gimme a minute to change bae
And she went up in the bathroom and came out in lingerie
Ain't no Chris

squares, ain't around
Young Joc, it’s goin’ down
Kill yo stompin, Chris Brown
Ran it up in my town
Then they ran off with my sound
Exavis where you at?
I

remember what he said about Mike Brown
That's why he goin' through all this bullshit right now (karma)
People went to Travis Scott show and lost they life

Gimme all of you I'm right here by yo side baby
Might be sprung off you been givin all my time lately
Just want you to ball with me I know you wit

a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh
Whipping in the kitchen,

a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh

Whipping in the kitchen,

man

Start off by lettin you know, See the pen that's Pai Mei
Mixed with Chris Tucker gettin real money from Friday
On some nice haze, that could have

The Strip Club

The 2 Live Crew

Mozart: Clarinet Quintet; Schubert: Trout Quintet; Adagio & Rondo

1999

called the waitress, gimme a drink!
And by that time, a nigga start' to think
If that bitch in here swallows bottle tops,
I know she could make me hard

You know how to find it, just follow the sirens
We don't have time for the drama or violence
Even ya mama's invited
I'll stick with the Crown, no brown

Swap Meet Louie

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Mack Daddy

1992

Hey, homeys!
Who me?
Yeah, that's right. You the fly hustler.
Ya'll still sellin' that fake Louie, huh?
Hey! Don't be turnin' the high side up in

Gotta get me that (Gimme that)

Seaside paradise
Had to take a risk, take a chance
Take a gamble (Had to do it when I do it)
Crap game
Playing with a pair

you by the hand?

What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking?

They want me bad, now bad I'll be
They

a teen
Movie star fit how I'm fresh on the scene
Ya
Gimme that heat I slide
Baddest chick she in my ride
Wavy chick stay by my side
I'm the wave some like

Family Reunion

Portishead

Ill Poetic Presents: Mood Muzik's Third

2008

that pension pendin'
Tryna pop the hood and see the engine messin'
Double barrel shotgun how ya men get missin'
She got pretty brown eyes and she in

pounds
I have brown hair and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food
I have two brothers, Chris and Graham
and two parents, Paul

a triple stack
A nigga try me bout 50 cents go get the strap
Then tell a bitch that's celibate to let me take her down
And Call me Chris Brown cause i know

money back
Niggas crazy in the booth with they cap ass rhymes
Gimme the blade I give you cuts that's rite on time
You forgot to pay the fee, you gotta run

Steak Sauce [Bonus Track]

Tyler, the Creator

Goblin [Deluxe Version]

2011

Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete

got it by the pidound
Straight up out the midound, make everybody get down
Sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
Ain't Eightball at the mall with

yo wife...
I'm getting high, I'm getting high
(Stop that Chris Brown shit nigga)
Yo
(Young pretty nigga)
Young pretty nigga (You already know)
Young

match my fit, hat match my shirt, shirt match my bitch
These niggas might dress but not like this, Kaliimarii bag brown, Gimme That like Chris
I'm tellin'

some acid
Talk to our eyelids and shit

(Just kidding man, stick to the herb)
(He said Chris Brown but I don't know why)

So now we live and learn