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bullets flying they aint got no name you better watch ya back
I was taught to up it buck it put em in a bodybag
21 with a switch on it call it chris johnson

a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is

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

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

to please excuse me ma'am
I seen her leave across the room just like a Chris brown
Movie
Let's watch stars rise in my jacuzzi
She choosy
She wipe me down just

flares, sirens glare
I'm in an iron chair with people who care
Don't get the lion share
When I don't give a fuck, then I ain't fair
I'm on a higher tier

clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin

gotta have it I aint talkin bout a riddle.

Chris Brown:

I'm a beast I'm a Blank monster Hollywood livin good need to conquer, Love The money Love

again
I really love her style, but I really hate her friends
They'll be hating outside the club when they can't even get in

Look at me now like Chris

This is my mother fucking house, eh I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch name Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go

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 never got to ray J
Fuck around nigga you get that Chris Brown shit
And fuck around nigga you get that Chris Brown shit
Hey baby come over here you

I got pink Porsche patek I get pussy
I stack my dollaz up I like that bitch badussi
My money brown fuck yo bitch when you outta town
Ain't playing

(Gangster shit) yo what's good people
This your boy Chris Brown right now
And I'm chilling with my main man KJ

I got the red bitch, got swag like

there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.

impressed 

Talk that shit il have ur chest

I ain't straped don't get arrest

Shh saw me now his mom's depressed 

Yo bitch by my side as guest



Ur people

get high and call what's her name
She like to play this little
Game called fuck a brain
Lord when you talk them
Numbers sound sophisticated
It ain't

slowing down
I might drown
She topping my head like a crown
Like the liquor filling my cup, both of them brown
The way I got them screaming, swear it ain't

Cocaine

Lil Dicky

I'm Brain

2017

just sipping Chris Brown
She keep on sniffing that Zeus (Coke)
I keep my eyes on the ground
She like "don't knock it 'till you try it"
That's some

itch more (uh-huh)
Reach in my pocket I could pull hunnids out by the fistful (yeah, look)
Ain't nobody put me on, I think y'all took it wrong
Y'all

Thundercrack

Bruce Springsteen

Small Town Boy

to catch her timin'

She ain't no little girl, she ain't got no curls
Her hair ain't brown, and her eyes ain't either
Round and round and round and round

Fists or with the bare spray that I found
Break whores with their ears pierced then
I'm out then I'm out

And it's G-H-E double T and (O)
My heart ain't

Yeah
This stage ain't for beginners but I was there once
Yeah, Yo, Uh
Nah it ain't Christmas but that lady let me deck the halls
Cramping in that