Lyrics:
said that "My Time is Now"
I hope you understood (Fuck)
I could just run like track meet (Fuck)
Fuck it
I could just run like a athlete (Oh yeah)
I know
Got these lil niggas big mad
Run it up quick fast
Now I can fuck any bitch I wana have
Now I’m first remember I was last
Pussy ass Niggas
bitch tho
Got me stirring up the pot like a mix doe
Light swag but I'm brown like Chris tho
Stay busy but I'm still dropping hits bro
Pockets dry but now
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
charged her ass a whole band like I'm Chris brown
It's still free the bro I know he slidin
Knockin shit down
Slidin thru the city ima big fish in a big town
her legs divided
Imma take your bitch to Ruth's Chris, y'all gon' go to Sonic
Pop a Perc and I get too high, I be floatin' by 'em
Nah brodie that ain't
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
kiss her
Diamonds on me dancing like Chris Brown
You said I wouldn't make it, well, bitch
I'm the shit now little bitch, sit down
Kicking in your trap
I see the weather slowing down, yea
Instead of green i'm seeing brown, uh
Start the countdown to it
See the ball drop soon
It's always done before
tuppence for your old watch back
Old iron, old iron
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
Don't give the farmer his fun, fun, fun
He'll get by, without his
clown dance (bitch)
If you make it clap for me, bitch, I'm pullin' out bands (Shut the fuck up)
Fuckin' to some Chris Brown, king of R&B (B)
She want
Jenny Craig with them pounds (get 'em off)
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown (Chris Breezy)
Look at my water, don't drown (Fiji)
Neck wet like baptized
Mutumbo of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little-ass hits
Mutumbo of this rap shit
Plus the jab is sick, and it's Zab quick
Left hand'll lean 'em like a little past six
Now run along wit'cha little-ass hits
that niggas January (chea)
Chad West
[Verse One: Young Chris]
Yo; Ayo Momma workin hard Big brother on the run lil sista cuttin up man shit just
paying
(Run Up)
A nigga steady paper chasin (lonely)
I ain't stoppin until I make it
Pussy niggas keep on hating
(he aint my, homie)
We some paper chasing
yall know we run the town
Hood nigga
And I keep a bad bitch around
Thick bitch, long hair, yellow, white, red, brown
Hood nigga
And my Chevy sittin
yall know we run the town
Hood nigga
And I keep a bad bitch around
Thick bitch, long hair, yellow, white, red, brown
Hood nigga
And my Chevy sittin
yall know we run the town
Hood nigga
And I keep a bad bitch around
Thick bitch, long hair, yellow, white, red, brown
Hood nigga
And my Chevy sittin
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
hands, two shotguns like Reaper, spin back death can't stop me neither
She get wet like Swifter Sweeper, squirter, got it on my beater
Chris Brown, I might
a kick stand these lines hit like I pitch brown
Dank dancing like Chris my opps on edge like it's pits round
The Pedigree real lock down like Beverly they
the fam
Yea I run it
Fuck the ones who left me here for nothing
Long ass nose, you Pinocchio, you frontin
Now ain't no bitch gonna come up to me acting like
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