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make these hoes mad, bitch
Run up my racks, shit
This for all of my savages
Go, go
I ain't mad at it
Go, go (yeah, yeah)
I ain't mad at it
She call my

girl the package
She got that drip drip
A new wave off that rip rip
Chris Brown cause I wanna see you strip strip
And call me dirty but I love the way yo

Shot the Glock and got around I play with lethal weapons
Fire in my beat like the streets in town
Smooth with the moves, like my man Chris Brown
King

The Adventures of Stoney Bob

Logic

YSIV

2018

who don't know I go by Slaydro
Ready, set, go
I take one to the dome like Pablo Esco
Germinate the seed then just let it grow
Then harvest like

came with a grip
If I catch a opp then I'm cheesing the whip (Gra)
Gang (Gang)
If he run up got a beam on the stick
Brand new gun and it came with a clip

is a makeover come and get done up
I'm coming with it till we living better
And I'm bringing all of my brothers

Written by: Chris "Kid Candor" Thomas

Stayed down for so long it's only right a nigga win dog
I told em put me in the game coach and watch me handle it like I'm Chris Paul
Ayye the pack

of 'em
You know the flow like caine, look it's numbin 'em
Look what I done to them, they want run wit 'em
I let 'em stay few nights but then I'm done

Die Like a Rockstar

Danny Brown

XXX

2011

Brown bless the mic like gesundheit
Bud 'bout the size of a bonsai
Kick it like Muay Thai
Flow like sci-fi in high def
I'm righteous and still

she used to work at that strip club
Tried to turn a hoe into a housewife but it happens when you think
That you're in love I'm a Chris Brown that pussy

think that you smart(nooooo)
Driving off a xan i might swerve and hit a car(woooahhhh)
Bitch im the man like Chris Brown and 50 cent(50 cent)
Bitch my

Legend of the U.S.S. Titanic

Jaime Brockett

Remember the Wind and the Rain

a diaper n' he hangs it on a stick 
Over his back n' goes headin' on down by the pierside.

He gettin' on down by the pierside, 
His manager's down there

like my name Killa Cam
Chris Brown on my wrist it be groovin'
GBC the gang we are not losin'
If you hand me that sack then its movin'
Got a Spanish chick

From the spades in the dorms my nigga
To the liquor in a house my nigga
Live by the G-Code my nigga
Don't run your mouth don’t fuck my chick or break my

Called me Kris Kross
Shoutout John Brown and get em wicked off
I feel like straps on her shoulder when it slip off
Don't mistake it for a taser when it

on this
I'm throwing fists
Trash the abyss
I fight day by day before I change my name to chris
I had a cool job
But it ruined my mind
Shaking full glass

cause' he got a stick now
Choppa make lil' nigga Chris Brown
Ruger make him sit down
Couple dog on me they call me a dog pound
I set up the plug cause' he

ain't 'bout it
She want me 'cause I'm clouted
Choppa on me got 'em poutin'
Beatin' 'em up, baby, Chris Brown
Kick him out the crib and then I say  bye bye

pissed
Cuz I’m the shit now
I’m the shit now
Stand em got sit down

Tell em niggas run it
Gimme that Chris Brown
All these chicks get down
They on my dick

like a dummy
Wow
Wow
She Shaking her booty for now
Take her back to my room and I'm blowing Her back
Just like Chris brown she gone look at me now
Got

riding around through my town screaming who run it
I don't care bout who done it
They be knowing who coming
Yea yea they know my name that's what I'm

digits cracked
Prestigious psychopaths, gettin' roughed and smacked
Chris Brown style, they'll never be fertile
Or worth your while, so celibate while they

I was running shit as a kid like I was Chris brown
TUH but let me see if you gone run it baby
Ever since that one shit I been coming crazy
Nigga ever

rise,

On road, there’s political ties,
It runs deep, like under the sea,

Wintertime or summertime,
Them man turn the heat up,
Like ten hundred degrees,