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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.

oorgeneem
By Tommy Williams se dansskool
Chris Andrews se brown eyes
Musiek het jou gekies
Ek onthou die eerste keer
Het jy gesê ek moet konsentreer

Ware

now
So I gotta clown
Yeah I gotta cope somehow
And I light this gas up
Hit like Chris Brown
I’m at the red light
Never slowing down
They gon fuck with

Chris brown 
Aye aye 
If it's smoke then 
Them soldiers they inbound 
Aye ayeeee

Yea Fuck nigga yk how I'm coming 
Fresh asf bitch yk ain't bumming 
If

the shower
Stabbing dat pussy
I kill it devoured
Blues getting fat
Like Albert
Got hoes they dance
Like Chris brown
They do powder
Bitch you horny
And you know

Chris Brown:

I'm a beast I'm a Blank  monster Hollywood livin good need to conquer, love the money love the fame but you know I need it all, Extend

Baby let me take you down, No Chris Brown or Ray J
Babe all I'm asking is for a chance to make your mind go crazy
Babe let's make a toast for you and me,

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

Black Grammys

Wale

Self Made 3 [Best Buy Exclusive]

2013

dude in the room in my groove
And all my women come frequently as the summer's moon
Keep talking 'bout ambition shit
Brown women, brown liquor, I'm

Que Passa Mama
You good
Yeah nah I'm m just saying I was
I was with the donnies the other day and that yeah
I see one chocolate ting Mam I swear down

really out here slidin'
Childhood like Chris Brown and Drake's song, no guidance
If anybody find peace, let me know where to find it

You know? 'Cause

many flows don't know what to pick now
I got bitches on my dick
Flow hit like Chris brown
Yuh all these bitches sick
But then I come around
Yuh party's

Poppa Was a Playa

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

the hallway
She sacrifices all she got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone peeping out the window heated
But still I didn't see it, mama hid

Or maybe even pucker up and Give a kiss
Cause I don't give a shit
I only give this dick
Beat the pussy up like I'm chris
Stick it in the pink never in

i just cry to ya
chris brown made it hard to say goodbye to ya
i still remember those days i got a dial tone
tears fallin from my eyes
but i held

damn
I know this one dude sir pukes a lot
But he still my day one brodas fo life
Chillin in the stu smokin' on my bong
Making hit slaps like Chris brown

kickin’ me out
But you shouldn’t have a hard time pickin’ me out,
In the crowd,
Even my medicine’s sick of me now
Hey Chris Brown! Look at me now
I’m tryna

of something to get me through the night
Fuzzy Baby!
Insomniac, on lifes track, running laps
Everything I need (Chris Brown) gimme that
Time moving forward, I

with this brick like Chris brown
Everybody in yo camp can get stumped on
You a snitch he a snitch take them buffs off

G check this nigga  for wire
If

even know her last name
Had a couple women that would ask me bout my last main
Just know we've broken off things and

On my mind been brown baby
Think

Or guns we clappin
Four for four 
That Wendy's slappin
Get so high 
I'm off the planet 
Mama love 
Fuckin a pastor 
Sinful whore 
I love you dearly 
Fill my

With you
Got Chris brown on replay
And she know we ain’t stopping
Put this on my mama
Loves a keeper and
I got it

to Chris Brown

on me
Tryna ball on me, call the laws on me
Why

Cause I was beatin' his bitch cheeks
Hey, hey, this was no motherfuckin' dream
Chris Brown, wall to wall,