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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
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
That's my brother that ain't my rival
This is survival
They been scheming since our arrival
This is survival
Aint no court but we're all on trial
gunning that
They wanna no who bumping that
Hot wire a car we jumping that
I don't give a fuck about none of that
Been around since Chris Brown was running
eat her ass
Ask my past bitch
Rivals I lack
Never seen like my back
In person all they see’s my back
Don’t give an F round here that’s word to Zach
Down
advances for glitter wristwear
Ch-chea, motherfucker this year Chris here
Homie the strong's so vital, survival of the fits here
Ain't shit sweet y'all, life
my rivals
Both hands on that Bible, bitch I'm next in line for that title
When they got had nothing to do, what was I do, who was in the studio with
better than ours
Your morals, my sweet girl, aw
Island's arrival
My baby girl, my jewel, no rivals
Need you here, for my soul, it's vital
Need you here,
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
ready in fact, no one is
I'ma war with myself i'm bored, hurry up
How can he kill me? I'm suicidal
I'll take my own life before I let a rival
Hand
I just started posting, but this music shit I been on
Why everybody praying on my downfall
Probably cuz I'm chosen
Too much hate can't be around y'all
mythical like a griffin
All my life I've been itchin' to lay bars like a prison
Catch me in the kitchen making rhythms that I've written getting
Ribbons for
People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy"
Scott was killed and that
[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
Please don't touch my boots
Cause these brand new
Got me dancing like I'm Chris Brown Brown Brown
Oh oh oh
Swerving through the city
No worries we
told her, girl, I just got off my 9 to 5
I think she want me to stop by
I think that she want some dick up in her night
Smoke one , I don't want no drama
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
you my darling
I love you with all my heart
Tomorrow we might have been married
But ramblin' has kept us apart
Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes
you my darling
I love you with all my heart
Tomorrow we might have been married
But ramblin' has kept us apart
Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes
puttin' all this pressure
On back of me my friends wanna kill me for
Success that I acheived
So I'm all by myself around everybody
Till somebody from
My flow so tight and the beats so sick
my flow so tight and the beats so sick
my flow so tight and the beats so sick
chris brown should get his ass
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
The precedent is set, don't matter if he follow the law
I know I'll give my son pride and make him swallow it all (Damn!)
Fuck the pigs! I think the pigs killed
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