Lyrics:
Coochie-cooing my chin
The bird shuffling its little talons left, then right
While the leaves bristled
Against the plaster wall, two of them drifting
Onto my
nigga, uhh
(Two by two) Your bucket is clean, you ridin' mean
Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys
influential
With that microphone, I'm Chris Brown official
Super saiyan, yellow bone, pull up in a rental
All this shit is mental
All your shit is rented
FREE - Chris Tsuanna
Composed by : Chris Tsuanna/ Stelove Koko
Lyrics by:Chris Tsuanna /Stelove Koko / Noah Papi
Produced by :Master Genius
College degree meeting you, I can travel the nation
The keys to life discipline avoid the matrix
I planned out life no plan b track
Only a 2 disc set push
2. Never slang dope out ya baby momma's house
3. Never fuck with snitches
Cause niggas that talk to the police is bitches
4. Keep a low key
If I could stick my hand in my heart
Spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy you
Would it slide on by you
Would you think the boy is strange
run the town
Blackberries on a spaceship
On a two piece stunt
Got Ms. Brown on the front
I been too fucked up
Never down on my luck
I could smoke two
Dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit
One twentieth tried to knock my whole click
man
Start off by lettin you know, See the pen that's Pai Mei
Mixed with Chris Tucker gettin real money from Friday
On some nice haze, that could have
And I don't give a fuck
I go Chris Brown
Bitch down
I don't give a fuck about shit now
Pull the stick out or my dick out
One is getting blown
Run up
that
Bounce it like nicki minaj
Mi hold you down
Mi go be yah chris brown yeah
Mi got you down down
So give it to the owner yeah
To the owner
Give it
Kimbo
Imma go Chris Brown, let's switch up the tempo
Copy that ten-four, opps we got the info
I can never slack I will permanent press
This bird to yo
in the mall did a designer haul
I be spitting like a camel
Diamonds dance Chris Brown that's Wall to Wall
Know I'm 1800 and we finna drop
And my name
Chrous: The Game
Nigga be easy
Growing up in California believe me
We drive-by, spraying colors for shizzy
Light it up for 2pac and Eazy
Show them
MAKIN IT WORK
U HUNG OUT WIT ME AND MY HOMIES ALWAYS PUTTING IN WORK
I TRUSTED YOU LIKE YOU WERE THE KEY TO MY HEART AND U HAD MY BACK
EVEN WHEN I STAYED
know what I mean
Key key karimba
Hypnotized by sounds
And their imploring
It's changing the scene
(Repeat)
Now I know you finally got a squeak in your
know I never changed, keep your two cents
We moving militant, I had to bring them troops in
They plotting on me, they been tracking all my movements
typically forget that people can break and murder me
Or steal my heart type of burglary
Just like you brown hair brown eyes
Just like you always on my mind
I
are
A mahogany guitar
We mix the six play
Flip it a million ways
Spend your every fantasy
Your desire's fulfilled by my song
Makin love till
some Beyoncé's
Smyrna told me get your pack then you maintain
Chris Benoit my flow is heavyweight
Verse 2: (All White G)
It's time's like this I wanna
KWIRK
What are you people doing here? You aren?t allowed on the bridge! You aren?t even off the surface!
MOBSTER number two
Just stick it up your
and hide
Look at me now
Feel to hot like the verse
In the song came from Chris Brown
Better watch out
Climbing up in the game
Don't need fame or an ounce
Amadeus Amadeus haters goncry
Hearts break everyday so its alright
I can be your band-aid till it heals right
Fuck that glass slipper girl if it don't fit
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