Lyrics:
or the gang then you gone
I'm fucking faded, can't see straight but I'm still a don
Get your ass faded bitch, I am Chris Brown
I'm the king, sneak in two xans
ever had heart ache?
Ever lost money learned how to cook oil based
Ever grind hard tryna pay for your lawyer?
Get him payed off and you still go
to this sound
Word to Kevin Powell, I would say this to Chris Brown
Some still see you as a scary dude
And there’s some white folk just waiting to bury you
prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no
Yeah that hearts real damaged
Real Florida Keys I unlocked it
Real Florida Keys I unlocked it
No unity in them hardships
Now you want love
Can't go
The deep blue neighbor wit a head like a shark spear
Ya heart back peddle cause you fought fear
Took a shot of brown,now you thinking of that shit to wear
Is
yeah
Robbery yeah
Robbery yeah
You know you a killer in Givenchy
Took a n**** heart, way she rock me
Got me goin’ crazy like I’m Chris Breeze
Throwing
comin for your neck
After school we at the deli
Right back on the teli
Call em up and tell em its the brown makaveli
Yeah they keep on tryna tell me
Fuck
played a game of NBA 2k
What? You gonna come clean, what
'cause I whooped your ass?
You wasn't even playing, nigga! Get
The fuck out of here, nigga!
You
overlapped
[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Yeah, cash never runnin' out, time to bring the tommies out
Pills make my tummy shout, used to sell them by the playground
I
Whitney I can be your Bobby Brown
Shorty shaped like Riri let's make a porn like Mimi like Mary I'm going down
Man a nigga got dough two hoes off Cottage
Baby mama one turn from
Heart turned numb, graduated from Michigan State, then she turnt
Dumb baby mama two turnt up, young dumb slut
Ain't help when
One day I picked up my Alicia Keys
I was dressed in all James Brown
I was driving in a Tony Lane
Headed yo motherfucking way
She wanted me to Iggy
to me?
Twenty Four Seven, stay here with me
Twenty Four Seven, throw away the key
Twenty Four Seven, I don't wanna be free
You get by if you kiss
your kids too
My Heart an igloo, tHe devil in all blue, HuH
Die now go to Heaven or bring 'em tHrougH
Lot of brown 'round Here, got tHat wHite girl
Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker
stand out
Don't call next on 2K, you not next
Don't pop up, be low-key 'til we say you can speak
Don't talk loud 'til we laugh
Oh, you rap? Don't rap
lines
Even said...just to give Key more time
(Key Kool)
Slipped into the hallways lo-key
2Mex's special pate got people tilted so nobody knows this is me
Big butt, great smile
Chris brown, take down
I could say less, you prolly get the breakdown
Small spot, great crowd
No hands, face down
Never met
in your behind I said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make
your first job was Postmates
Them hoes you f*** with, you had them last year
You a reptile, your ex wasn't fooled by them crocodile tears
So much snot in
soul
Your G.I. on your soul
Inalienable rights makes me an alien on sight
They chartin' my birth, heart and my height stars
They watchin' for the wrong
to give her your keys
Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep
Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard?
[JD]
Now, is it
station, a key bombing target, and with their home destroyed in an air attack the parents, Euclide and Maria, two of their daughters Tarcisia and Imelde
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