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Or guns we clappin
Four for four 
That Wendy's slappin
Get so high 
I'm off the planet 
Mama love 
Fuckin a pastor 
Sinful whore 
I love you dearly 
Fill my

the friends if I have to
Lemme not say c word before I get pressed
Nigga by who by Piru give a fuck like boo-hoo
Nigga who nigga who is you (He said it twice)

can't stop it (Nah)
Short lil bad bitch, do it sloppy
Every-time I come around, she be jock-in
I ain't talking Chris Brown, but I'm popping
You ain't gone

Knicks (Remix)

Madlib

Piñata

2014

sellin' nickel bags
Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?
Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half
Smokers get the [?], man where

Brown Liquor
Red cups
Double cups
Po' it up
Brown Liquor
Red cups
Double cups
Po' it up
Brown Liquor
Red cups
Big blunts
Doubles cups of lean nigga

at me (lets's go)

Diamonds dancin Chris Brown 
Bitch look at me now
Remember I couldn't get a hug now bitches fuck wit me now
Hoe don't know how to get

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

choppas out 
I knocked em out
Niggas know I don't tell joke
I ain't a fucking clown 
He ain't want another round 
Like Chris brown and fat joe 
My light is

chick
Had me freeze like a felon
When he see's a crown vik
If i shoot my shot
Shaquile i'll probably fucking miss
And i ain't no chris brown
To sing my

forehead nigga/ carve it in/


Verse II
I guess I got my swagger back/ 
Diaper dandy here to break up ya brackets/ March madness back/
Wit a Chris brown

(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

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,

I can’t lie
She got ya boy hypnotized
I need to
It’s you
Melanin good for the health
Louis V bag for the wealth
Did it all by yourself
It’s true

Having conversations with myself
He told me I over estimate myself
Smoking kelp while I'm running from 12
He tripped and he fell, got saved by

both by the heads and the tail oh my ya big guy chain them
To the bed post they scream and they cry who said I gotta get lit to talk shit
Bitch liquid is

Fucking on yo honey boy I been 100
I been 100
Get you merk for 100 I run it
Chris Brown on them hoes
Designer all over my clothes
Neck and wrist really

for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These

from my bitches but I had to dump lin
She got bank but hit glass, female Timmy Duncan
Fiend Chris snort that brown his heart a gettin to crumpin
I put

He singin' for help like a song from Chris Brown
He wake up confused and he wearin' a gown
The cops askin' questions but he left astound
Debatin' if he

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

Throw some money at the haters
Put ya drinks up (get some)
Middle finger in the air if
You don't give a fuck (get some)
Young Money in this bitch look

cared (never!)
We just the content of the character
Even Chris Evans got a dark side, no Captain America
I won't embarrass ya, don't react to hysteria
All

Sittin' in My Car

Slick Rick

Behind Bars

1994

to this, check it out

1994, as the world gets trifer,
I'm wondering, the fuck I need a woman in my life for? (ya know)
Cause its like a nigga whole

gotta be goat
Every time I lay a verse you know it gotta be dope
Had pain had to bottle it tho
Now I ain’t gotta get ya Mother’s Day gift from the 5