Lyrics:
Niggas missed it, too busy
They lyin' 'bout penitentiary
Man, you ain't been there
Nigga you been scared
And I'm still living single like Sinclair
Hmm
Elephant Man
C. Breezy
Chris Brown for the ladies
(Big tune)
Baby look at it startin' to sweat
Grind it on me
I told her
I told
Smith really went and smacked the shit out of Chris Rock (he did)
He laughed at the joke at first until he saw his wife's demeanor
Chris Rock ain't know
I ain't know no better, I ain't learned it yet
Swervin' in my jet Chris, Dior sweater
I ain't learned it yet, I ain't know no better
Swervin' in my
just surprised by the kitchen
She ain't even seen the whips
She ain't even seen the cars
Okay bitch I'm going hard
I pull up on boulevard
The niggas
ain't breaking us up
They trynna break hearts
Put you on a screen put you on a song I speak from the heart
Dancing to my shit and you ain't even here yet
congruency
School, it ain't no truancy
Mama was on my ass
Still the smartest in the class
Not worried if I would pass
More worried that I was black
in them AP
the cops, cuz I ain't beat my dick (Dilf)
Shooting all the cummies, it's making me feel sick (Nut)
Day number five, man I'm starting to run dry (Chris Brown
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
would lie i would've thought you were an actress
It's been like a year and you ain't back yet
I still see your shadow when i'm laying on my mattress
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
said is better than me
who you said is better than me
fuck that nigga homie I ain't heard him yet
fuck that nigga homie I ain't heard him yet (I ain't
ain't nothin' like mine (uh)
Cute face nice size like mine
Stay kitted, hood wit' it like mine (ha)
Mean walk, talk the talk, let me tell you some more
like they bout it knowin' they ain't bout it
I'm a catch 'em by theyself yeah they heart I got it
But see it all started back in 1993 when a coward out
bars
I ain't mention Gilly or
No motherfuckin' tranny yet
I ain't even gon' finish my shit
I'ma just do it like this
I know! I know! I hit him
Wit'
playin my role in this scene niggas barely exist
And that shit got em pissed
I hit 4 100 they missed
See these racks now they hating on me like I'm Chris
peak, it ain't a sign of defeat or the weak
I would've- you, then cried in my sleep
Dropped just two racks and told them "Buy the machine"
I'm LeBron
a white cup in my hand, we might toast
I got Hump I got Redd to the side, we'll chunk it up
Uh ain't no drank in the cup, 'cause I done already drunk it
When I say that I’m scared
‘Cause I lived this way for 10 years straight
And I ain’t found a key yet
With a grip on the 9
And I’m gonna make it eject
I’m
it's magic)
Pulling tricks out my hat, issa rabbit (issa rabbit)
If brodie say it's time, then we masking (we masking)
Ain't even gotta ask, boy we both
Aye what you say?
I just put a toe tag on a hating ass nigga, fuck it
Shmoneymo
Fuck, I’m bouta fuck this shit up man
Yeah, uh
It ain’t nothing to do
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
Let me see if you can run it, run it
I ain’t Chris Brown
Told me she love me
But I’m with her sis now
Can you tell me why your man be looking pissed
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