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screwed up like a toolkit
I got it with me no builder Bob
Run it up when we kick it like Finish Line yea
let me hit then I dipped now she in denial yea
But

is my gear
It's my only possession
And music's my passion
I'm moving to the top. Step by step
The wheel keeps on turning for me
And if you want to stab

Lightskin nigga ready to fuck
I'm that motherfucker
What you mean Chris Brown
Imma spit it to this shit right now
The king give me my crown
Bitch you talking

balling in
She plays Chris Brown, and that single Poppin
We get poppin, then she gets to droppin
Dropping it like its so hot

She's a trap queen and I love

name Noel Powell
SINH: bullets get to dancing
Make them niggas Chris brown
MOET: I got the choopa
SINH: got vest
SINH: GOT THE V
MOET: I GOT THE LOUD

With no pressure, no discretion
And the F is for the
Flesh of all the fleshless ones, I left 'em, F 'em

Your bitch open so we run in it (yeah)
Any

Chris Brown lost God sean Kingston

Tell me what you on girl, I'm tryna turn up
You can hear the song ooh,  I see you whine
I can't wait to love

Nino Brown, cancel that
And I been to focused on me
Get the cheese, and double stack
He say he fuckin' with me (Yea)
Nigga please run that back
She say

Yeah, uhhh
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
You see, it's bad enough that God's people are divided by man because of race
They're trying

I get money they notice it by the drip
I get money they notice it by the drip
I get money they notice it by the drip
Louie shirt Louie belt with some

the end
Me and Burg up in Saks couple racks what we spend
They said Tommy run them bands, run them bands, run them bands
Little hoe gonna do your dance, do

Brown, because I run it
That nigga barely even got a hit, like he just bunted
Damn, bitch, you can't fuck with me
Wrist on ice like I play hockey, go

357 I up it
Everything pure don't cut it
Nigga I buy if I want it
4th down go don't punt it
No Chris brown I run it
No stunt double I'm stunnin
I

Peachtree smoking out the pound
Remember me are you still down
Tell the truth no run around
Remember me are you still down
Niggas foul hit em out of bounds

the friends if I have to
Lemme not say c word before I get pressed
Nigga by who by Piru give a fuck like boo-hoo
Nigga who nigga who is you (He said it twice)

you I'ma keep it 100
I like the mighty green dollar Them blue face hundreds

Been a fuckin' drug dealer Since Chris Brown's run it
No games in these

or crip
With all that red on her mouth
Can't tell if somebody bust her lip (lip)
Chris Brown, I'm trippin
That brown I'm sippin' (yeah)
Yeah, shut the fuck

all the way up to the ceilin, I'm like Busta how you feelin
Tryna run me up a million, I got too much on my mind, I'm outchea tryna make a killin
It's

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
(It's Van)
Yeah
Yeah, what we doing that's the catch and score (Shooting shit)
See us by the way that we up the pole (Bow bow)

Busy Bee's Groove

Busy Bee

Old School Rap Box Set, Vol. 3

1994

Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you

Good Thing We're Rappin'

Digital Underground

Sons of the P

1991

leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs

from the left and the right
Feel like Chris brown wall to wall type of night 
I don’t know much but I know you keep it tight 
I can make you feel alright

just to match it like cicadas
Vanished from the world so they think im on vacation
Going for a drive going somewhere by a lake
I don't know time but I

lost it all
She tried to put her hands on me
Then I said Siri play Chris brown
I told her baby you like Rihanna
You bad but please put your hands down