Lyrics:
Powered by the pressure and the pain that made the kid
And now, niggas want to be nerds, when I thought everybody hated Chris.
Niggas want the key to me.
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
string tho'
(Woah)
I'm just tryna' be who I was made to be
And maybe
Your love on my heart
Fit the ridge cuz it was the key
And maybe
We choosin' every
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
I'm just tryin to get mine you best get yours so what you hatin for
Verse 1: Master P
Pop the lock on the benz with the keys
To high to see his
us
Save your best niggas
Me, I'm just invincible plus
I get tough digit's
Used to smoke water and dust, hands clutched
Nigga 2-0-19 Range look like
tweakin'
Sound like Ray J and Chris Brown on Celebrity Deathmatch
Where the latter of the two get his neck slashed
Or slapping a paraplegic with a pair
creature, the weed will have you in purgatory screaming for eternity
You will relive every key mistake you've ever made in your life
Over and over and over
you fallin' in love
And my heart got a key for your mind, but it's also a weapon
Ooh, ayy, ooh, ayy
Take you to Heaven, I'll rock you and roll you
It's Z E D to the Z
Write bars in my kitchen, bars in my bed
Write bars on the paper, bars in my head
Write bars with my key pad, bars with my pen
I
Alright
Told K2 to cut the beat on, cause this shit real groovy
You want your bitch to buy you 2k, I want some k-subies
Grade A, I'm smokin' stank
If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any
twice
It just didn’t sound right like
The Soulja Chris Brown fight
#StillMovin with the pound sign
It’s me Young D smoking
Weed with your valentines
But
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
somethin'
Do you drink, do you smoke?
I could tell by your purse and your shoes you ain't broke
Hang with me, the first thing you do is get stuck
Take you
my ear off
Will you follow me to the floor,
[Chris Brown - Verse 2]
Girl I got your heart
Heart! I know what to do, baby
Just sit that pretty thing
you, got somethin' Lord that'll honor you
Blow your little head off while you're tyin' your shoe
But back in the kitchen, Pyrex's
Occupied by
talk!
My heart is too passionate to get your satisfaction to see me all
Broke and fucked up, but that won't be none of
Imagine that it's not happening
for my niggas interscope
They playing with your heart they playing with your soul
You saying you dont want me then watchu staring for
I can pull up
Ostrander, Skip Black
Bass: Tim Marks
Drums: Skyler Black
Keys: David Dorn
Bgvs: Skip Black
Mastered by: John Mayfield Mastering
Mixed by: Skip Black, Chris
Slide the mag smooth in
Said she like the trap house
And she tried to move in
Told that bitch
I wouldn't make 2cents
With my face screwed in
Chris brown -
inside
And she run with me and she always be smiling
And she up on me I cannot get by her
And I let her be she rocking designer
Two twin on glocks Im like
two fly rods in the gun rack
Sweet tea and biscuits on your lap
Sing to brown eyed girl
My guitar in the barn bridge shade
I'd number your
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