Lyrics:
Look, I Let loose
Took my walls down
When I let you into my compound
Bad gyal but I loved you still
So it hit harder than Chris Brown
Cos, you were
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
called by the name
Chris the little bitch
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
The time has come
For Chris's dick to be chopped off
And roasted
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get a young nigga comin from the Lou rich
Still rather ramen noodles than Ruth Chris
Wait hold up
then Bella
Failed the Lie Detector Test
Then you finally confessed
Your work truck GPS
Told the truth
Chris Watts now you're
Shit outta luck
Your
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
What have you seen? What have you been through?
Yo, likkleman you wanna stunt on who?
I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you
About gully-side,
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating
always past due
Down in the valley where the dark skin kids afflicted by the sunrise
Down in the valley where the tar road steams but it's cool enough
single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
Just in case you forgot
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown
This what we do
We do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money
Cowgirl boots and a cute white smile
But deep behind that sweet disguise
I failed to see the evil inside
Like pretty rose petals hiding thorns
Not every
to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch
I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'
ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about five(oouu)
Trying to ball like and one
Chris brown diamonds baby so they dancing
Turned my apartment to a f***** mansion
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
Grade school just a failed plan
Church history ain't ever mention me, the brown, yellow or the red man
So ten toes
Earth is a mess, but He still rose
Transfixed by this dark haired Loita
Who worked on him effortlessly
So innocently he had no reason to mistrust
Her looking up at him with
Her lazy brown eyes
(Yup)
K Michelle got them implants tooken out her butt
This year, I'm not gon' talk about that other thing (I'm not)
Chris Brown ain't dead, how
Simple as opposed to plain, there's a huge difference there
One time for mine, one time for mine
And we do it out of Brown Love
And we do it out
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
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