Lyrics:
pinned down
They calling the cops thinking my end's now
I'm fighting this hold I'm in tryna get out
They thinking that they beat me like Chris Brown
I got
remember what he said about Mike Brown
That's why he goin' through all this bullshit right now (karma)
People went to Travis Scott show and lost they life
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
of snorkelling equipment through the roof
And it's exorbitantly expensive
So now I'm fed-up with the world and I'm fed-up with my dentist
And the money that I
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
that she different she gotta different type of style
Meanwhile by her smile I can tell that she's aroused
I used to love hard but that feeling gone now
down
And speak about the black and the brown
Now I didn't come here to point no fingers
I know over the years that the pain still lingers
Over past
I ain't 5V, but I rockin' big drip
Chris Brown, nigga, don't get your bitch hit
Free Freddy, Pomero, Nivala
Smokin' this dummy, got a nigga flyin'
He
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
it? Got it, got it sexy, erotic
El carrito mío, she ride it
Dale Chris Brown, put it down for the pound
(Woo)
Eastside, simmer down
It's too late
[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
a chart topper
Chris Brown was dancing on a bus
Then he hit Ri-Ri with a show-stopper
But you're not in the history book to be honest
No one could give
what
Nigga runnin' in your house for the brown bag
Feds wanna know how much in the brown bag
Nigga swinging that stick for the brown bag
Your bitch even
It seemed like only yesterday that we did it
Now you on me like a fitted
And I just gotta say, yeah
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya
It seemed like only yesterday that we did it
Now you on me like a fitted
And I just gotta say, yeah
Baby, you're a winner
It didn't even take ya
I been up, now you want make up and kiss
You indirectly dissin’ me, it’s hard to keep it cool with all this heat that I’m releasing
But I’m cool
selling tickets to a pity party
Now I'm holding my bankroll
Thick as queso
Got a real queen, she by my side, fuck these fake hoes
Me and Chris Waters got
fed nor the table turning
Fendi turban got the whole city turning
This aint the grill this the gas gas burning
Now she like god damn he got the mighty
Like Chris brown
Aye aye
If it's smoke then
Them soldiers they inbound
Ayeee ayeee
All my niggas yk that we dropping Shit
He not hard boy that
know what's up
Been gettin' paid since a young age
Now that's young money, watch me throw it up
I'm in King of Diamonds like what the fuck?
Throwin'
[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
a Paris
I don't know the time man!
i'm a timezone away
I got that works on my mind and
the love swinging by
i did a lot to survive
but now im living
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