Lyrics:
we comin down and a nigga feel so trilla
Cause Im comin with Big Moe, My Kici and Po-yo
I even gotta tight what cut from the playa Joe
Man let me get
up, you should call me Chris Brown
He was dissing on my cuddy till we caught him by the bounds
Caught a plug, tap in, so we get it by the pounds
Try
hot flames
It's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the Coltrane to A Love Supreme
My brown lady, creates environments, for
Happy brown babies, I know
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here,
brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris
Dancing on beats, making sure my people gone feel this
[mc chris]Tim Chandler, New Pop. How are you, sir?
[Tim Chandler]I'm good, how are you?
[mc chris]I'm great, sir. And you?
[Tim Chandler]Ha...ha...I
Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here,
Oh yeah
30K
Uh, uh
Take off your shoes, baby no Cinderella
Chris Brown, need you under my umbrella
Always out with the mob, I'm a Goodfella
Let's
around
'Cause I done looked, I done searched and it's hard to find
Another shorty like mine (uh-huh), baby, yes, I'm
Addicted to how we kick it,
pounds
I have brown hair and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food
I have two brothers, Chris and Graham
and two parents, Paul
desired
I feel important to someone
Truly I admire
Your passion and your fire
Your brown eyes and your simple country style
(Chorus 2)
How it feels to be
, lips so round
Baby how can I be down?
Beautiful mahogany, you make me feel like a king
Tell me what's that thing you do that makes me want to get next
Turn up the sound
High in the moon
I feel like chris brown
All these hoes on my dick
They lookin for sum clout
They keep blowin my phone
Ima laylow
believe it
How the hell you ever had a shot
When I'm here man you got defeated
Tiga Z got my gadget on me
Rainy day and night's upon thee
Hash-Brown you
brown nose)
There's rich uncle Bob, I say now what you gonna do?
(Gonna brown nose. Gonna brown nose)
You get stopped by the man, I say now what you gonna
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
I be loved by ladies, I'm the brown Chris Brown
Matter fact, call me The Brown Breezy who's
Looked for a second then you turn away
Told me I'm shy that's the way I am fuck it anyway
Was about to tell you how I really feel
And before I did you
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
game, I don’t need a talkien
I’m just tryna have blast outlast your hadugen (pure fusion)
Brown yellow mix, like peanut butter chocolate chip
Eating bunny
'm forbidden to come 'round
Lord knows I love you, Molly
Molly Brown
Molly Brown, Molly Brown
Lay down by my side
Show me how you spread your wings
And let that
too
And like a gun kills, a knife can too (yeah)
I was stabbed thrice, how 'bout you?
Once by my mom, pops the other two
Child abuse kid, ward
that you've been telling me
The shit that i've going through should put me up on MTV
Like Chris Brown and Rihanna
I don't got the time for drama
Ive been
respect bitch you dub I stand on a hunnit you ain’t Chris brown you ain’t never gon run it if I want it right now imma get it stop fronting if the dick too
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