Lyrics:
my booty is big and it shake (it shake)
A mango in shape (yeah), he love me with weight
Every brown shade, braids, long hair, or fades (fine)
You
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
trail
Diamonds and pearls, she say I rock her world
Mink brown like a squirrel, feed her salmon and pills
I slowly board the jet, it was a sixteen
you I'ma keep it 100
I like the mighty green dollar Them blue face hundreds
Been a fuckin' drug dealer Since Chris Brown's run it
No games in these
I'll spend in a minute (Blow it)
All this money in the way
Niggas ain't in my vision
(I don't see 'em)
I was really on that block
I came up from nothin'
things must come to an end
So bury ya feelings, casket
Guess you call yourself being a playa
But you missed that shot and ya lay up
I'm on my Chris Brown
ain't with the fuck around, baby, I don't fuck around
.50 Cal hit his brow, I let off a couple rounds
Look at me now like Chris Brown, sold-out shows,
present tryna play with your gift
Reminisce on opportunities missed
Stand ya ground than underneath by six
Stand on top then you walk like this
Stand for
It's a land for seekers
And California
You will be missed
When I got to C.A. I didn't know what to expect
For the first couple weeks I just got wrecked
say
You want that real s**t
And I know
That's fo sho
You ain't gotta say it
Girl I already know
N****s talk too fast
But they be moving
Too slow
Your
around
Know this round house it'll knock them down
All my people turn to Chris Brown when he fall down
How we stomp the ground
Want the gold like
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
think they want it
Sippin Coke and smokin hydroponic
Koke live by the kilo by the moment
Empty reload kill all my opponents
Find me choppin samples
Play
Pontiac
And that shit was god damn sittin’ outside
He had it posted up like that mother fucker was hard
That nigga ain’t hard, that no hand ass nigga who he
Pontiac
And that shit was goddamn sittin? outside
He had it posted up like that motherfucker was hard
That nigga ain't hard, that no hand ass nigga who
the boat ain't make it across
And we ain't got no coke in the hood
That's where rap come in at, more notes in a book
Dro in the woods, Mom dukes trying
face shit
Ain't much else to do when everybody hates Chris
When it gets flushed out, I can't stand to take shit
Cause now I'm pissed off, so loneliness
and Tamera
Two in the Four like the Porsche Panamera
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Vision clouded by the coke, ain't making it clearer
I make it
Uppercut a nigga in the chin so he know what's up
Take a bitch down Chris brown if she down to fuck
Ring around the rosie dizzy need another cup
Patek
Wesley Sniped
So the cops could arrest me right it's not happenin'
You ain't never gon' get on so stop rappin'
H2O comin' this summer so stop askin'
even smoke...)
They say you insane in the membrane, & yep
There's a couple screws missing
But homie ain't done yet
I make you a bet that the day before
goated
Don't believe it yet
Well it's just unfolded
Cuz I drop hits
Do bits
And I ain't even on twitch
I'm on the perfect pitch
Wait
Pitch perfect
Imma
don't wrestle
You ain't really think I was able but God bless you
You might not even believe when I say it but God bless you
The Fisher-Man been writing
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