Lyrics:
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
thought I's bluffing
That bitch wasn't giving up that coke for nothin'
"Oh, you tryna diss, mister bougeois nigga
Yet back in the day, you used to smoke
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but ima run it
S-O da business man I’m cunning
Step ona scene you know I’m stunting
If I see a goal ima punt it
Yeah I love
Po' it up
Brown Liquor
Red cups
Big blunts
Doubles cups of lean nigga
Po' it up
Look
Uh
I stay hitting bitches that's dimes
Yeah
They only fuck niggaz
ya eyes that you want my brown
(I can tell from ya eyes that you love my brown)
I notice yo anger and jealousy simply by all of yo moves
Usually I
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme
Let me put one in your bro, so your nigga can't go to sleep
So, lay down bitch, gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme
some Chris Brown, the bitty said to gimme dat
Just done a quick count, so much cats go in out, the block door come like a kitty flap,
Behind these tints,
to sleep
So, lay down bitch
Gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling, bling, bling
Boi it don't mean a thing, boi, for
Me that ain't gon'
I been waking up
All alone
Wanna link up with you
Tonight
Waiting by my phone
All alone
It died along with you
Tonight
Won't you gimme your light
You
desk and a blunt lit in my hand
I used to sing Chris Brown 'Gimme That' everyday music choice on On-Demand
That was just who I was back then
Now
[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
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
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
the sand
Say that you savage
She say me no average
Whenever I take her to the top
She never wan' come down
Dance like Chris Brown
I'ma Make them move
우린 기억하고 있어 that move
시간이 지나도 remember you
Remember you till I die
내가 아들을 낳아도 I'm here for you
기대돼 내 아들이 추는 Chris Brown moves
급식들과 춤 마치 Chris
on-and-and-on-and-on-on-and-on
Like a hot buttered pop-da-pop-da-pop, dibbie dibbie
Pop-da-pop-pop, you don't dare stop
Come alive, y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now
[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
(Damn it, Franchise, you did it again)
Ayy, somethin' somethin'
Hey Goku
Face hot like Cancún (yeah)
Watch the money flip like a Chris Brown
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
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