Lyrics:
like Chris brown hat
I'm on fire you can come and catch a contact
Call me skim milk cause I'm coming off the top of that dome
Breathe life in
or the gang then you gone
I'm fucking faded, can't see straight but I'm still a don
Get your ass faded bitch, I am Chris Brown
I'm the king, sneak in two xans
run in yo' shop and take pies
Purpose of my son, raise him to do the same
Clip blazin' it through your brains
Strip, use it 'til it's burned out
420 blazin'
My girl on her knees I don't think that she's prayin'
Beat the pussy up like Chris Brown's wife
Imma slit his fuckin' throat with a knife
I
it like im chris brown
My milkshake bring all the niggas to the yard i would teach you but you know bitch i got to charge
My milkshake bring all
like foreigns
Her friends driving Benz
We party all night then we do it again
Baby expensive we run up these bands
Im changing her hair now she look
like foreigns
Her friends driving Benz
We party all night then we do it again
Baby expensive we run up these bands
Im changing her hair now she look
Nigga dont trip be cordial
Ski leaving them sick NAUSEOUS
Brown thang, head on that bitch she BARKIN
War just settle it then, no TALKIN
Whole lotta
Take your time girl take it easy
Princess Diamond VV
Brown skin vibe Young RiRi
Sitting outside it go beep beep
Say you like it fast baby, Fast what
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
bouta commit a massacre
I’m up on my feet yeah yeah
It’s 7AM and i’m up in a suite yeah yeah
Oh oh oh
Run around like a freak yeah yeah
I get real busy no
of lipstick
Got a shoppin' list for you to run some odds and ends with
It's not a bitch on this earth I can be monogamous with
She's non-existent
Robin
at you and I'm trying to kill it
Run away with these scars on my own
I heard you want my soul, I won't be alone
Two times, one hit
Don't blink, don't
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
Sometime I'm tempted by big brown eyes
Sometime I'm tempted to cheat and lie
Sometime I'm tempted but won't give in
Old mister Devil ain't gonna
the cut he got hemmed up
With a pistol in his face talking bout give it up
Chris tried to run because he got scared
All you heard was two shots and now
brown-nose for some gold
Then I'd rather be a bum than a motherfuckin' baller (oh yeah)
Bitch, where you when I was walkin'?
Now I run the game, got
some trees and get high nigga
Run up on my Lambo, that's suicide nigga
Pistol grip, pump on my lap at all time
If the nigga brown, brown rap, it's
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
on fuck shit
No remorse imma blast in the function
Hit em so hard he gon' struggle to function
Function I'm gon' up it for my
Opps my gang gon' run shit
Oh
pics, don't run up on this
I will pull out the stick and hit chu wit that
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Uh, bounce it, drop it, split it (Split it)
Split it
ooohhh2 times
Chris brown
Run It
Like 2 times
Lil mama bad
She too fine
You a 10 twice
Like 2 dimes
Okay
I been on since like 08
Got they hand
potnas, to my products, Chris Paul that shit
I been waitin', yeah
Yeah
I been waitin' (yeah)
Run that back
Patience all I ever had 'til I never had
the smoker.
Drooling as that juicy pig turned golden brown.
The neXt thing I know she was ordering by the pound
She likes the smoked brisket Wouldn’t miss
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