Lyrics:
hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin' with my friends, Margiela
Niggas servin' ki's, daily
Run it up, stop callin'
Run up
hey, hey
Cash on your friend if she cock block, ayy, ayy
Ballin' with my friends, Margiela
Niggas servin' ki's, daily
Run it up, stop callin'
Run up
tryin' to
Duplicate but their comin'
Out synthetic
The name is Bootie Brown and phony M.C.'s forget it
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
Shawty give it up, give me brain (Zombie)
Trailblazer, feeling like dame
Put your feet down, ya smoking mid wow (Wow)
Hit my dance like Chris Brown, they
The way I fail to see you
That's how it was
You can't just stare at me
Like Mona Lisa
If I'm like this
U run like this
U spend like this
U go like this
Ay
Yup!
1, 2, 3
As it is plan to see
I go by the name of Jermaine Dupri
Dope man fresh in the place to be
And uh
[Chorus]
Oh, I think they like
tryin' to
Duplicate but their comin'
Out synthetic
The name is Bootie Brown and phony M.C.'s forget it
Imani Bootie Brown Fatlip and Slimkid Tre
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
paid ya
Because I heard you spent your money
Hiring Chris Brown out for the day cause
But you still didn't even chart proper
Going on like your
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
slum, bum, son of a gun (what?)
And, uh, how much your worth? I think negative Don (this the remix)
Oh (oh), who you gonna give it to? (Yeah)
Who you
a remix
One thing I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind I designed this rhyme when I was obsessed with time
All
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
That's the alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction
The remix version for all the brothers out there
That got shit on they chest and just wanna
Put that in my comic
Swerving through the cosmic
I've been going crazy Chris Brown perfect timing
Indiana vibing
Flying to the islands
Insta I won't
it gone be
Trick or treat
Huh... break it down
Darkskin Chris brown ima bout to take you down
She my queen I just replaced a ring for a crown
Pretty
down in ya brown tee
My hundred throwback who sport a jersey by Ali
And if he make one (hell no they dont sike me)
I'm all about my cash ridin around wit
Hmm
Elephant Man
C. Breezy
Chris Brown for the ladies
(Big tune)
Baby look at it startin' to sweat
Grind it on me
I told her
I told
dance, all they do is this (yeah, uh-huh)
And after the original you know what it is (this is the remix)
Welcome to Atlanta
Remix, it had to go down
and dad but can't hear you
Coz you just whisper
Hold you hostage
Make you dance
Till you feel like Chris Brown
You know I'm a freak
Step by step I take I
They run me from Will Dockery's(2), Willie Brown, I
want your job
They run me from Will Dockery's, Willie Brown, I want
your job
(spoken: Buddy,
Hamburger Helper
Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got
ever dreamed
Now prepare for the antimony that royalty brings
Strength it runs through your bloodline
But opposition in life will try to take away
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