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B's, like Chris Brown, better run it
001, but I keep it a hundred, never been bummy you know how I'm boming
Etiquette posture, attire attracting, knew I

out
Pull your chair out before you sit down
All on me, I even got the tip down
Take my hand we can dance like Chris Brown
(What's up?)
You already know

think they want it
Sippin Coke and smokin hydroponic
Koke live by the kilo by the moment
Empty reload kill all my opponents
Find me choppin samples
Play

wanna be like Chris Brown
Fuck nigga I don't do no dance
I'm all about the money
Fuck you think clout chasing ass niggas they lame
Fuck I'm bout to ball

was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He

Free James Brown

Foetus

Male

1992

I said I wanna get back to the primordial slime 
  
[Chorus: ]
Free James Brown 
Free James Brown 
Free James Brown so he can run me down 

I

Minimum I take
Never gonna clear my plate
Ruth Chris my risk
Everything I do is high stakes
Got bars by the boat
Spend a bag and never go broke
Pick cars by

using Hellblaze
Glock got a beam and I'm blasting it in Cell's face I bet you Chris Brown'll be the one to run Videl's fade
He be lacking on the streets,

shit poppin like im chris, no chris brown bitch its uptown bitch, that
uptown shit like wat now shutup ur shutdown bitch now sitdown bitch we gets down

Girl, you deserve all of the shine and I'll get behind it
(You know my bands, they don't run out, no)
You know I don't see you and him, no, I don't get

it

Ay, last night I squabbled all my demons and got packed out
Someone told them that my skin was brown but on these beats I black out
Uncle found

They take you down
I aint talkin Chris Brown Chris Brown
Run it up get a check run it back Like Djack
Everyday I gotta watch my back
Keep my back

bitch
Kick down boy, choppa make you sing like Chris Brown boy
Cowboy, make you hit the motherfuckin' ground boy
Sound boy, make you hear this

Fucking on yo honey boy I been 100
I been 100
Get you merk for 100 I run it
Chris Brown on them hoes
Designer all over my clothes
Neck and wrist really

we run em ,  Amiri's Filled with blue hundreds
I done touched 100  racks, I need some M's by the summer, huh

Laser on the Glock, I melting shit like

killaz right behind me, that'll drill you for no profit
If you want it then I got it
I will run it like Chris brown and slaughter you without a problem

as real as it gets
Im perverted as s**t
I love grabbing your ass while we're holding a kiss
But you like it tho
And i never been so distracted by hips
You

skip town
What else can I say these methods been round
Caught you with the yay must think you Chris Brown
Caught you with Kanye you out in Tinseltown

niggas we done it
My neck be flooded
12 on me, I'm gunnin
We dumping them 7 6 2's
Like Chris you better run it
Came up from the block
I ain't pushing no

it)
Nigga we 'bout to go ham (grraow)
Run that shit or shut it down (woo)
We 'bout to go out of town (suu)
Come back and bring all the pounds

We

wanna get to popping shit
Run em down like Tomlinson
Y'all know who I'm mobbing wit
I ain't Chris
But I'm still 'Lil dude from across the street' (I ain't

even nutted
My wrists so wet, Imma leave that block flooded

Nigga wanna scrap I'm chris brown, I say run it
Up a glocky on a pussy, bitch i been there

wolf
I run out of breath
And then I feel sad once again
But its calm cause overall I'm happy
Like the yellow of NY taxi
Catchy like my lyrics as I write

Robert Williams smack that hoe!
Ain't no Chris Breezy, everything i do real easy
Go by the palm tree's that shits really breezy, no hurricane
The doc hit