Lyrics:
And me and you, we could get Chris Brown and Rihanna
Oh, yeah
Don't wanna be interrogated tonight
So, I'm going home
There ain't no freaking baby
You said
who turned on the heater)
New heat new drip new sneak peek check the sneakers
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown on the meter
I'm on the glory route (All
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.
a young nigga comin from the Lou rich
Still rather ramen noodles than Ruth Chris
Wait hold up The Rap God I do this
Talented down to my roots bitch
Chopped
skin brown, Lord, you know my weakness
What we on?
Executing and repeating (and repeating)
Count the blues then repeat it (hey)
Just last night I
one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow
There's Chris
Who gave me
Hey Katie, listen up
We have a little bit of a situation here
You see that chicken in there
It ain't cut! Come on
You can do a little bit better than
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
the eyes (Hey)
Said baby you are too fine (You are)
To be fucking with those lame ass guys
Put you in Prada if you stay by my side
Treat my women good, yes I
racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp Thе Yard
Get shot while you steppin'
My niggas likе walkin' 'round
With automatic weapons
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
Disneyland
I am teaching Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna
[Chorus]
Yes I got to be
Disneyland
I am teachin Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits
Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna
[Chorus]
Yes I got to be vicious,
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
when cameras come out
And they flashin' like Tarantino was around
Patek is Rolls, it cost me a Rolls
I'm talkin' a Cullinan, color of brown (Rolls)
Oh, my nigga the greatest, oh my God, that Nigga the greatest
Hey, look, look, look, man
I moved to Richmond without a nan nother Soul fucking with me
no beat
She suck dick I don't beat my meat
I'ma beat the pussy Chris brown lil Reese
Work work work Rihanna my street
Let a nigga run up he gon eat my
world gotta pay now, bold girls wanna lay down
But I'm staying faithful, my God is able, don't need a stable, I run the table
Hey Now
I don't make music,
and the Lord take'th away
Oh Lord Jesus I wish you'd take'th away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespecting the House of God with that thing
It don't even look
What have you seen? What have you been through?
Yo, likkleman you wanna stunt on who?
I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you
About gully-side,
Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth are shiny
I tell all the girls they can kiss my
Hey there, people, I'm Bobby Brown
They say I'm the cutest boy in town
My car is fast, my teeth are shiny
I tell all the girls they can kiss my
and the Lord taketh away
Please Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing on
It don't even look
of Rihanna was the topic of discussion
But before Chris Brown, there was Juanita Bynum’s husband
Now ex, a pastor if I’m not mistaken
You can hate on my
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