Lyrics:
soul i've fostered
Hit this bowl like Chris brown popped her
Sit back down, your bitch ass don't matter
It, don't matter, can capture status like
talking to you ma'fuckas
If I don't make you niggas proud
Then this should never be allowed
Misunderstood, just over heads
Just in your ears, although you
Baby brown kicking up ?
The type I keep up on my hip
Nice hips, nice lips, nice everything that could ever come in a package,
I'm in a hurl in
army was nearby
It did not occur to me that little Cropredy
Could be witness to the meeting of both sides
On June the 29th that year I was about my
[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
nigga lit
Random number kept calling back to back wasn't even gonna pickup might be a nigga he just sticked up
But Jeff ain't trippin he be sticked up by
Like Chris Brown when Rhianna got her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker
like I'm Seal
I need a couple pounds so I'm Cali Bound
Got a valley bitch so I'm Valley bound
I ain't have shit
Look at me now
Look at me now
Chris Brown
about now
You're about to be possessed
By the sounds of emcee Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock
Hit it
It takes two to make a thing go right
It takes two
to rewind to a time
Where the love was real and not artificial
But I could never go back to the time baby
The next girl could be the one
To bring my heart
we're always dreaming some news
don't ever let us down Mrs. brown
you've got to be so proud now, we always follow the rules
they-
So that should actually be A -
Well, if we're doubling lots of-
But I'mma just pan this one-
Coming in with a swell is nice-
It might be easier
played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she
never played defence
Earphones in our sleeves never heard a damn thing that the teacher said
It gets me upset, that life rolls by but our guy's in
dig these bars
From palm trees, to bomb green, if it all seems
Like we're living in the land of dreams, by all means
Forever, rockin that, purple
many flows don't know what to pick now
I got bitches on my dick
Flow hit like Chris brown
Yuh all these bitches sick
But then I come around
Yuh party's
Tell my team yea you know who you're about
That's me zay mikey brown and chris P so please believe
N*** out here don't show no love
Made it from
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,
To the nigga that was tryna say somethin'
Some people, listen, you could be predisposed or be preconditioned
Or speak with the preacher, been preaching be
When I breath heat flows
Nobody could ever Deebo his vibe
But they gon' try
Pull up like a drive-by
Make 'em go bye bye
Now they all gotta go run
we're fitted
Even though I'm far sighted I don't see a limit
Now I need a minute need a minute need a minute
This a ride feelin like I'll never die
So
to uphold
(Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song)
Or so we're told
I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see
So many
morals, yeah (yeah)
All my niggas G'd up, yeah (yeah)
My glasses be D'd up
Never thought it would be days I could kick my feet up (huh?)
Never though
peoples never last, we all just fall away mainly
No more Steve or Chris or Zach, everyone went their own way
We were better just like that, like cocaine in
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