Lyrics:
another addict
Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic
Sucking on an asthma punt
Though you never know by looking at him that's the cunt
Poop brown is the color of rhymin' that I do
I'm talkin' smooth and movin' groovy cause I'm thick like poo
Outta town is where you're sendin' UPS
watch, It's buss down (Yeah, yeah!)
She know I'm the best in town (Town!)
Wake up Freaky Friday like I'm Chris Brown (Chris Brown, slatt, slatt!)
Stole his
the South-Pole
Where it’s freezin (Freezin)
I’m in the trap, hittin the white gurl
Tryna make it less potent, Chris Brown
(Brown)
Already told all the squares
You
at wedding toll
No badda a this way yuh come to dis so
When yuha done wid Ely den yuh come run to Chris Brown
Can you feel the steam?
Hot make you
Damn she so fine I'll be your kinder surprise
Divine feminine energy gracefully in her melanin,
Sweet brown empress you gave birth to every tone
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
Officer:
Sorry sergeant we must eccelerate
State department says we evacuate
The word is we must be out by dawn
Chris:
Christ!
Officer
Sorry
this song be our victory cry
He has overcome the grave
There is freedom from our shame
Lift Him up, lift Him high
He is alive!
He is alive!
Not by works
'Put yo TITTIES on the glass'
This is like a pick-up line:
'How you doin?
I was wonderin, could you put yo BIG FUCKIN TITTIES on the glass?'
'No, I don't
clear and loud
Brown baby brown baby brown baby
As years go by I want you to go with your head up high
I want you to live by the justice code
And I
clear and loud
Brown baby brown baby brown baby
As years go by I want you to go with your head up high
I want you to live by the justice code
And I
WY Records (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Presenta
Chris Brown (yeah, yeah, yeah)
T-Pain
W, Yandel
Sh-sh-tah
Hay algo que me gusta de ti (baby)
Y ese algo
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
turn my drip off
You know how I rock it baby
I'm about to lift off
Got it off the ground
And then I brought it
To the tip top
Bout to get it wrapped up
Speak up clear and cloud
Brown baby
Brown baby
As years roll by
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
you emotionally unavailable (Damn)
I've never been in this situation before
Got my friends warning me
Got me bumping Chris Brown's old jams 7 days
Amen
Lift up your voice and say Amen
Ain't gonna find it in a politician
Not from the government or any law
Can't get it going by your own religion
down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You
yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
Ima
me up
You lift me up you lift me up
I
I've been changed by Jesus
Christ
I
I've been changed by Jesus
I kept letting the enemy get inside of my head
What's broken you don't try to fix
'Round here, there ain't no whys and ifs
You don't pick up what you can't lift
I raise my hands up to the sky
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
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