Lyrics:
stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, plus he ain't funny as Chris
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
Tripple O caught widda hammer
Sun tan turn ya skin tone tanner
Chris brown Get like me David banner
Who
Jah bless no man can curse
I get vex my girl
Chris
(Brown)
Yeah I don't mean
Chris but
Way I hit the beat
Like a chip so crisp
An the way that I be
Spittin like a race
No drift
I'm a trouble fuckin
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
see you riding me
Bring a friend now
You know the type that a get down
I'm the shit now
Type a nigga that you miss now
Sick now piss brown
Gone off
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
it takes one phone call
Give me that number beat and I eat it munchies
Gimme that coochie I eat it lunchie
I been waiting for a dummy to touch me
Then
degrees, I'm a graduate to a brick
Got me gradually gettin' chips
All my smokers grabbin' a sack of that poison
If you can push it, I'll give you points from
a kite
Then a thunder gimme strike
She look like a model, twisted fantasy
Drink out the bottle and I get dizzy
I keep the cash ‘cause that pussy not
over ya shoulder
Like busta I'm bustin'
The K dot dot dot ay
Spend some blue guap
At 4 and by 5
That is yo top
Splitting his head
Like we splitting
Slide with that heater, I'll tan you
Geekin and shit, boy that's something a fan do
Said he want beef, I'll can you
Bitch I ain't Chris Rock
Try to slap
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
you Chris
You know I like it when your body goes bump, bump, bump
I like this right here (let's go)
I like the way y'all ladies doing that thing
you Chris
You know I like it when your body goes bump, bump, bump
I like this right here (let's go)
I like the way y'all ladies doing that thing
If I pull up on cha cha
Know I'm gon slide
Gimme the call know I'm outside
Yeah she thinking bout us us
Know that she mine
Tell em girl that we
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 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
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
the whip but I ain't Tokyo drifting
Verse 4 (C.O.C)
Cash out Chris abbreviated that's C.O.C
Twenty pounds when I arrive that's C.O.D
Sell a nigga bad
I told my plug gimme something I can jit to
This ain't no ordinary mutt this that shih tzu
You betta hit that bitch right or its go hit you
But I can
down, tapped the blunt out
Grabbed her by her hair, watched blondie love whip my dick out
Spit drippin' down my balls, she slobber me
That's right, suck
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