Lyrics:
I'm Chris Brown
Man, this shit can get wicked, don't play around
You know them percs got him itching, he keep on shaking
He twisting, ain't got no time
growling haki powering skinny nigga Chris Brown moves like Poweline and them
Damn it's been a long time coming
Same obstacles in that same old tunnel
It's
concerned by rumors and gossip About the prodigal
Playing with Caucasians to hurdle my every Obstacle
Now don't get me wrong never hungered for Quick success
Brown, look at me now
Uh, like who you fucking with
I wish I would lose to crumby bitch, that's one funny shit
I'm on another tip, I can drag a bitch by
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
again, add it to wax
[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young
new gay lookin' boy,
You in house L cool J lookin' boy,
Getchya no mama! no mama! penny off good times big j.j. lookin' boy,
[Chorus: x4]
Point
brown,Henny on the floor(wooh) Henny on the floor Jiggy sunsetdown
Pretty lil mama with a big css , brown skin girl she be where the weed at ,Henny
True shit
I had to much damage done
My life was ruthless
I ain't got to prove shit
To you
Can't get Ruth Chris
You can get a sandwich
Lil mama
I'm holding c-notes but no I can't sing, okay
Lil mama a fling (Uh huh)
We call her Chris Paul, just chasing a ring
Ay I'm back on my grind (My grind)
[Verse 1:]
She look up from the book she was readin
With the prettiest smile that I ever saw
Curly hair down back
And the skin like cinnamon brown
my booty is big and it shake (it shake)
A mango in shape (yeah), he love me with weight
Every brown shade, braids, long hair, or fades (fine)
You
on me
Lil mama hot like some fire
When you drop, open wide
I’ll keep you by my side
Baby
Keep it between you and I
I’ll keep lovin' you right
White boy
called by the name
Chris the little bitch
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
The time has come
For Chris's dick to be chopped off
And roasted
Smooth shit
Why you worried bout what I do bitch
Get a young nigga comin from the Lou rich
Still rather ramen noodles than Ruth Chris
Wait hold up
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
Insta
I'm getting distracted again
Chris Brown's here like a Karrueche
Hit her twice, now she's spraying like a uzi
Swimming pools, 20 girls in my Jacuzzi
Little brown-skinned lady bout five feet tall, Big Mama
[Chorus]
Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table (you gave me unconditional love)
to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was
to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was made
to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
What have you seen? What have you been through?
Yo, likkleman you wanna stunt on who?
I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you
About gully-side,
killed us (Who)
Tryin' not to be political, it was ridiculed (Real)
'Member I was in the middle school, with a fit or two ('Member)
Mama had the boy by
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