Lyrics:
of the kush
Couple Bands on
I'm rocking all of the Gucci
Brown and asian
I'm fallin love with that pussy
I'm fuckin brown and she bushy
She like how I roll
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
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,
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
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'
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
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
I had to take a deep ass hit for this one, y'all
I hope y'all ready for the remix remix on some homegrown bad boy shit
Let's go
Let's get it
Run that
[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
from her phone now
Tap out, yeah shorty love it when we go out
Class clown, yeah that's what they called me back at brown
Oh lil' mama will you cry for
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
Jenny Craig with them pounds (get 'em off)
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown (Chris Breezy)
Look at my water, don't drown (Fiji)
Neck wet like baptized
[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
Voltio
(bumper remix)
luny tunes, que paso
(if you hit it gonna break my bumper)
rompe el bumper
(if you hit it gonna break my bumper)
hahahaha
(if
(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
stop
Come alive y'all gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in
Gimme that Dunkie Butt and them big ol' legs, I ain't 2 hard 2 beg
Ain't no shame in this game, I'm gonna break it down and beg like Johnny
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