Lyrics:
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
AND it's
Not who I'm going to
Be! I hope they liked it i think they did
Chris gave me two bags of Doritos i gave
Him some bubble gum it wasn't a trade
Just
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'fucker
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'fucker
Chris Tucker, money talk, ma'fucker
Ayy, all you broke nigga be quiet
I
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)
Like Chris Brown when Rhianna got her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker
everything except my belly betcha by golly wow Chris Brown'll be proud
And I need a bag
And I need it now
That money gone double up
When you move out of town
quarantined nigga
Listen to the sound
SAVAGE
BOUGIE
RACHET
Sue me
For two rounds
Surfin through the town
As they boo me
Shit!
They want me dead like Ghost
You
Poetic on wax
Relax
Just let it spin
I'm from the city where they
Sold out the residents
Larenz Tate
Face paint
Dead presidents
James Brown
Arsenio in
nobody do it like this
Everybody hates Chris, I know I know
Everybody hates Chris, I know I know
Everybody hates Chris, but I'm gon give you a show
Yall
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
spoken first
Next Chris was a well known actor, that’s why his lines sounded rehearsed
VERSE 2
Chris would t
urn my words around to suit his needs
the Hearst leave you in the desert
(Young Chris)
Breeze through in a 7
45 45's need two in possession
Got the Mack 11 two intertechers
So ain't no tellin
boy think he tuff he got a stick now
Chopper make him dance like that boy chris brown
2 sticks boutta hit me a lick now
Plug on the phone i need my shit
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
Like Chris Brown when Rihanna got her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker
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
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
the Hearst leave you in the desert
[Young Chris]
Breeze through in a 7
45 45's need two in possession
Got the Mack 11 two intertechers
So ain't no tellin what
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
matches but
Baby this ain't BO2
This is Hasa and where you go he goes too
I got a van and a bag for suffocation so for the next week I'mma be your boo girl
looking for two threes like Jordan
I'm a free man, Morgan
Brozki's a hazard, thorgan
I told the cats, don't text, call in
I need a brown thing like Chris
Trae Young style fool
Giving free smoke to the opposition too
Blow you out the water try me if you want to
Kill em with the dance moves like Chris Brown
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