Lyrics:
Transfixed by this dark haired Loita
Who worked on him effortlessly
So innocently he had no reason to mistrust
Her looking up at him with
Her lazy brown eyes
my people on the front lines
People, my people are dyin'
And we see it all the time
Don't know where our future would be
If he's not here, how do
her ass watch it bounce
All the way around, Chris Brown
Imma take it down
Fucking with a king
Fuck a ring
She can get a crown (Come on you know how that
a fight milk shirt has passed food
He hungers to tack on mass, we run out the back
Smoke crack in the alley by the dumpster, she's a lady
The metal plate
visit here, it's like hell
And if you get robbed, who you gonna tell?
I'm only here for advice advice (run!)
And if you're ever in watts, you better bring
like a Bodega TV
But not too faded to watch them roll out the tape for the scene
There's a line you don't cross, after both hands do
And now it's half
for the drop
Keep bumping yo gums, I'ma let it pop
You niggas born suspect, like Chris Rock
Sliden with the Crys, yea the whip hot
Had to fight my way
a Mouse who Runs Around the Clock snitching
Who he hitting, I think he hit it raw cause he be itching
[Money B]
Shimmy, Shimmy Cocoa Pop, the glock went
ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas all mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By
talking Chris Brown when I say I’m gonna run it
Like a tracker sprinter dasher
Make you disappear like Casper
I’ma spit this shit right past ya
You might
diamonds, no Rolex watch cuz it don't appreciate
Just make ya stock drop like the DOW Jones
Black n**** with the brown bones
Cuz my melanin runs deep
It runs
Tell me how you sweet
With a black heart
Turn up for this pussy
I don't want yo money
But you gone spend it
Cuz that's protocol so Chris brown
Run it
new bitch out I ain't talking Chris brown
Running up my cheques I earned it back as I was cashing out
I'm shouting out he's capping now see those
then imma dunk it Obi Toppin
Feel like Chris Brown might fuck around and get it popping
I swear to god when he on go there ain't no way that nigga
and her booty extra round yeah
Bout to pull a Chris Brown take you down yeah
Run it up back to back round for round yeah
She so exotic always looking like
run the town
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
I could fuck around. You could fuck around
Awww man
Another hit from the Cypher Clique
Mixed by
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
It's a new day new color new age
All races different and their beauty insane
Bitch I'm brown and I'm proud and my people they're loud
Doing whatever
it's time to get a bitch so I can eat it from the back after we dine at Ruth Chris . When I see you , you can stop all of that innocent shit . You was
fucking meet again
Free my nigga Chris the Fifth, free my nigga Chris Lokket
Real nigga's going to sleep is not a fucking option
It's a real nigga' behind
fault she like this
Spoil my bitch, award show lifestyle
We on our way to another show right now
My son growing up he thinks he Chris Brown
My lil
fine as hell call me Chris Brown I'm tryna take you down"
We dip to the room Said you look better when you naked now
I told her arch back cause babygirl
keep going on it
Got me on my Chris Brown shit
I saw you from across the room
Want to know a little more bout you
When a nigga first saw, damn it
you've been waiting for (baby girl)
Turn off all the lights make sure you lock the door
Put ya phone down cause we finna go rounds
Chris Brown wanna take
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