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days cause
I know they ain't shooting
The only shots these niggas tryna
Send is through some music
Chris Brown will these pills
Yeah I abuse them
Don't

had to mash it on them RPMs
Know I pull up by 9 pm
Finna wreck it in is Ralph,  shut the internet down
Take it down, wit me no Chris brown
Jordan peele,

Last of a dying breed bleed seeds that
Got enough soul to bring James Brown back
In hell but I'm playing heaven's soundtrack
Rhymes make your head spin

that grind, if there ain’t food we forage 

Make that pound
Chris brown on a bitch, u gotta take that down
Nuttum given on da pitch, u gotta take mound

petty like that
Ya Ya 
Him tek’ me like that 
 
Credits:

Produced by: Chris “Flict” Aparri 
Mixed by: Chris “Flict” Aparri
Master by: Damien Lewis

You know how to find it, just follow the sirens
We don't have time for the drama or violence
Even ya mama's invited
I'll stick with the Crown, no brown

Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by

to Chris Brown

(I don't wanna fall in love)
I don't want to fall in love
(I Just wanna have some fun yeah)
(I don't wanna fall in love)
I don't want to fall

to me said her name is Judy 
I fuck with Chris Brown but I wanna fuck on Karrueche 
I can't fuck with her no more 'cause she got all them mood swings

a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh
Whipping in the kitchen,

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

like drink can
Popular big man like king don
Hustla big bands like Chris Brown
Many gyal switch one, not dis gyal finsha
Touch man like Christian regular

a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh

Whipping in the kitchen,

choosing
I just wanna lay you down
Hear yo voice my body go wild
Chris brown come take me down
No time to waste let's do it right now
Entertaining crums had

triggered
Guess that's just the come up
Too much heat chris brown and gunna
I'm feeling on top, but they want me under
Run up on me
I got plenty guys
They

like Chris Brown

Hey

Music is a time machine 

If you know, you know

Hey

Margaritas 

Mamacitas

Hey

I been in the Dark Aether and I beat it

Hey

at the beach and I ain't talkin' Chris Brown. Oh wait, look, it's Chris Brown
Just playin', never seen him, but I'm sure he gets round. Showin' love to Sac-Town,

you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown

Tryna level up
Shit like moving mountain
Mouths to feed
And if one don't get fed
Then I'm taking y 'all's
Free Chris never be a brown
My cash wall to wall

without it
Anything you need just let me know you know I
Got it, ohh
And this love is filled with highs and lows
And those pretty brown eyes I fell in love

that money
You can see the envy and the hate that's filled by greed
First they acting friendly then they watching as you bleed
I don't trust nobody

-Хорошо, пасынок *баный, я сделаю для тебя часть!

Knock down, Chris Brown, выстрел с aka, эй, gratatata (C aka)
Knock down, пау-пау, dancing with money like

of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown

me like Chris wow when I say it it's catchy
To everyone talkin' their shit bitch we still party like Gatsby

Yeah we livin' like Gatsby
Mansion by