Lyrics:
I got downs, I go down
I got ins, I got outs
I just smile, like Chris Brown
I made it in the club just look at me now
But it is what it is though
many flows don't know what to pick now
I got bitches on my dick
Flow hit like Chris brown
Yuh all these bitches sick
But then I come around
Yuh party's
but if you slip they'll get you wet
Go head bust it show me how you does it
I'm throwing dollars on the floor ain't worried bout a budget
Go head put
I'll love you like I never did before
And then I would love you more
Never ever let you go
[Johnta Austin (Chris Brown)
I swear that if I had it to do
being broke is my rival
I want my money to tower, like Eiffel
I want my diamonds to dance, just like Michael
A dynamic duo, like Chris Brown and Tyga
All
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it by
wrist now
Wow
How the fuck did we get round
Get pounds tryna stack it like im chris brown
Ey
Now I thinking like a king now
Where's my crown I just wanna
like Chris Brown know I'm Tucci
Hold on, maybe just like Lil Wayne, fresh ass chain from Johnny Dane
She say that I go insane, baby come on give me brain
If Michael Jackson was alive right now
He would want us to smoke one for him
Double M, Self Made 3, let's go
Folarin in this ma'fucka
I'm just
Took karate, mommy told me, "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta
she always by my side
She driving but I'm rolling up
My daddy see me rolling up
But heon never hit the blunt
My moma said I know too much
Fuck, ion
TRIPINATION
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
WITH HOW MANY EVER GRAINS OF SALT YOU WISH,
THAT THE BROWN ACID CIRCULATING AROUND US
(I hear a song, it makes me think of a girl I used to know...
I sing along when I hear it on the radio now)
Hey now where'd we go?
Yeah days
down (she bust it, she bust it)
I pour very little but I smoke by the ounce (kush)
I feel good, I knew that I would
James Brown (chilling)
Baby don't you
it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair
[Bun B]
Go down to Texas, represented by long lines and G's
Where niggas'll
'm stompin' them out, then there's blood on my shoes
She wanna go out so I buy her Chris Louboutin
Now there's blood on her shoes
I stay in motion, fuck do you
how my life converted
They say that life's a female dog
Well I'm perverted
Go to jail and get murdered
Murder was the case they gave us
Manipulate
ah fuck me wife (jah know)
Chris, nuh badda kill yourself dawg, nuh touch di knife
She just gi me ah one fuck 'cause she seh she love mi voice
So
rather a nigga abuse her
Chris Brown, I’ma bruise her
Bitch got a rack like a shorty from Hooters
Loser, you was a picker and I was a chooser (Shmoneymo)
name
I'll make 'em realise
Big dreams before the pen hit a page before I hit a stage
Just youths running free years beyond our age
Chris, Young Roche,
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not
Yash Browns
Chris Ruiz
Me tiene complicado
Me tiene enredado
Me tiene oh ooh ooh oh
Gyal I don't understand where you come from
Siempre me esta
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