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That’s the truth, you can’t hide Brown fuck you
You know my name, I know you scared of me bro
Chris, I’m challenging you for a battle with me
ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about five(oouu)
Trying to ball like and one
Chris brown diamonds baby so they dancing
Turned my apartment to a f***** mansion
gangster having an oh w having fun by the night ain't done
It's time for the hit and run
But you best believe I'm Brown and proud (Brown and proud)
It's
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but ima run it
S-O da business man I’m cunning
Step ona scene you know I’m stunting
If I see a goal ima punt it
Yeah I love
her what she need
I give her what she like
And then by the end of the night, I'm say-ing it's them
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip
and dad but can't hear you
Coz you just whisper
Hold you hostage
Make you dance
Till you feel like Chris Brown
You know I'm a freak
Step by step I take I
a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh
Whipping in the kitchen,
a lost cause
Had to switch it up like a criss cross
And I dance around like I'm Chris brown
But I put in work like I'm Chris bosh
Whipping in the kitchen,
Brain
LD
You mix some Brain with some LD
Never even done cocaine
I've never even done cocaine
I never even tried it, never even tried it
talking to you ma'fuckas
If I don't make you niggas proud
Then this should never be allowed
Misunderstood, just over heads
Just in your ears, although you
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
Committee, pat'na
It's H-U-E-Y (yup), whom fly G five (yup)
And by the look in my eyes she have nice thighs (oh)
What her mama done gave her done grew
silver spoon America
Simmer down now compare it to when I tear it up
You prima donna Rhianna's ain't fond of my music
Cause it's not Chris Brown abusive
He was just an old country doctor
In a little Kentucky town
Fame and fortune had passed him by
But we never saw him frown
As day by day in his
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
at wedding toll
No badda a this way yuh come to dis so
When yuha done wid Ely den yuh come run to Chris Brown
Can you feel the steam?
Hot make you
sippin on one cup
She talkin bout damn Ray you done?
Naw girl this is the warm up
I shoot my shot like swish
Skin brown but my name ain't Chris
I fuck
Nash
Life done drove me so crazy I'm trying not to crash
Cuz I done came too far just to give it up
It feels like no matter what it’s never enough
I
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
grow up fast
Anything you want, it can be done, how?
How did you go bad?
Did you go bad? Did you go bad?
Some things will never wash away
Did you go
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
even speak
Got me feeling numb and I can't feel my feet
So when I walk away it's like I never done it
Feeling like Chris Brown maybe I should run it
anything done
You know, Chris Rock called my album
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy…well
Chris Rock and everyone else at every single
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