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Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold
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
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
the misty morning fog with
Our hearts a thumpin' and you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown-eyed girl
Whatever happened
To Tuesday and so slow?
Going
clear and cloud
Brown baby
Brown baby
As years roll by
I want you to walk
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
Chris, yeah
What, 30-30on me, waiting on the lift
Yeah, check my outfit, everything crisp
Like my money, nigga, we don't drink no criss
Make me run it,
wrist now
Wow
How the fuck did we get round
Get pounds tryna stack it like im chris brown
Ey
Now I thinking like a king now
Where's my crown I just wanna
repay you
All my love is used up, on me
Chernobyl 2 plays text
The presenter CHIEFTAN MEWS
The music (in chronological order)
The most Gigantic Theme by
Lights, camera, action choppa bring the action knock yo lights out
All my diamonds dancing yea they dancing like it's Chris Brown
Ion een like to rap
wicked
But only that they be spineless."
Or mindless, abide by the guidance
Glide to a better horizon, I'm a true giant
Waking up the mental dead with my
Everybody battle demons, this ain't only some Chris shit (It's not)
No need to bare knuckle by yourself, with the hand you was dealt
A grown man, hat in hand
(hmm)
Law and service couldn't grasp, hundred yard dash
Thumbing through a bag, peel all tag
Kilogram send letter to my fans
Catch me if you can,
seat
My rivals all deceased
Fuck that shit by JME
That the Music originated,
And will always remain in the streets?
Huh, fuck that
‘Man Don’t Care ‘bout
be the same again
[Verse Three]
My heart go out to everybody at Ground Zero
Red, black, yellow, white and brown heroes
It's more complicated than
you fuck my bitch
I ain't get no play when I was broke, now I got this rich nigga dick and all the hoes
wanna try this
I don't go outside unless
cappin for these hoes
Keep the chrome up by my side
Keep this shit up in the rolls
Yeah blue and the red
Which one you gonna chose?
Now she talking like
band
San Diego got cancelled 'cause it's way too hot
1OAK with Chris Brown the night Suge got shot
Locked me up at the show, nigga, that's on my mama
remember
That Chace told ya
The nation is infected by LA gang culture
I’m an all-game reporter live from the center
Where respected as an artist
big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
'cause a lot
throw the deuces up like Chris Brown know I'm Tucci
Ayy, she know I'm a freak so she want me to eat the coochie
Ayy, but she know I can't cause I'm
what to do
All that I could think of was 'I'm tendering my resignation'
But all I do now is dick around
All I do now is dick around, dick around.
It's Yo Boy Chri$
Uh, uh, look
Bad bitches outside (they out), all of 'em ready to ride
No money, no pride (unh unh)
I ain't got nothing to hide (mh
what it felt like, all we did was argue
Relationship effecting my businesses and my art too
So by 2019 it was over
And then 2020 niggas dealing with
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.
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