Lyrics:
since "Caddy Shack" with
Greg Street in that Cadi-llac
Blowin on a pillow pack
I call it Koffee Brown
Bitches can't get off me now
Rasta man toss me
down, take it down
Take it down low!
Take it down, take it down
Take it down low!
[Chris Brown - Verse]
She's all about
Watch her breaking down
Her
playing with the boy
Everything I am's exactly what you want to be
I get it now
You used to talk down on my name but you regret it now
You're hypnotized by
you give up
Whatever you do don't let up
Girl I know that thing's are hard now
And you're feelin' like that you're all alone
(Fellin' like you're
means to be a 305 representer
I started this shit (He's back) now watch me
That's dem Miami boyz
With them dade county face
Movin weight, we dem boyz
clown
A wrap now, like you don't know how to act now
The Jack Brown, got pretty girls on their backs now
She might call the feds, ask her what she said
contract.. Gotcha!
Motown, Stax, bring the beat back
(Bring that beat back!)
The Sound, free Mumia and H. Rap Brown
Sure enough going down now
Jamil Al Amin,
Krishna
Keep up with your feet or get them blisters
Like you're on the Tawaf by the Kaaba, that's the mission
Yo, call the feds, call the papers, my
I done f***ed up I admit it
I was blinded by love when I did it
Put my heart in your hand I was with it
Oh baby
Damn I thought you were special
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
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,
I went pop and made millions, now all I do is chop samples
Egon's finest, peanuts after like I was Linus
Followed by that College Park next, that's
(you're blinded by the)
Action! (You need that)
Hollywood (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Oh, it's the lights (you're blinded by the)
Satisfaction (you need that
single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my
your head
Hunger for me? No worry, I'll make sure you fed
I'll be all that you need this time
Now, shake it fast and recite the line
If you want
lady I'm facing?
Dark skin, you're not my mommy!"
He grabbed me up to run some smooth words by me
Promise me things that he would buy me
If I kept my
dreamin' I'm dead
My niggas gettin' bread
My niggas beat the feds
Every night a centerfold in my bed
You ain't bout that life, that life
Keep a hundred shots
Franscisco, it's Chris Hansen
Sit down tell my why you told little
Baby Michelle to bend down
And remove diaper with two men
That have been found
To spend time
a gun that’s what Brown said
Mike spoke up now Mike dead
Why you following me that’s what Martin said
Travyvon spoke up now Tra dead
Breonna Went to sleep
doors are open too
You and your girls
If you're turned on like that
But all I really need is you
'Cause you've got me turned up like that
Don't be tryna
believe it’s second nature
Then embrace it and just
Wait for what await's
And as the pace starts to quicken
You’re soon aware that you’re
Living and you’ve
with Christmas, let’s celebrate
Got back together with Christmas, let’s celebrate
I’m back with Christmas, yeah I got the spirit
Play that Chris brown
it down)
Tone it down (Yeah)
Rollie bust down (Rollie Rollie)
Yeah, Jump in the crowd (Crowd)
No Chris Brown
Beat you down (Down yeah)
Yeah, Tone it
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
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