Lyrics:
Zip it
Flip it
Remix it
Chase it
Save it
Blow the bag
Replace it
Ship it
Zip it
Flip it
Remix it
Chase it
Save it
Blow the bag
Replace it
Heard they
deaf
Killing my fitteds with no intent, I grew 'em better
Like I'm under a goal post, I'm two official
Extra point nigga, I forever kick it
As far
team and we come
Don't do this shit just for fun
Do this shit just to run
Run it back like a punt
Run that shit like Chris Breezy
All these hoes is
And I don't give a fuck
I go Chris Brown
Bitch down
I don't give a fuck about shit now
Pull the stick out or my dick out
One is getting blown
Run up
Baby let me take you down, No Chris Brown or Ray J
Babe all I'm asking is for a chance to make your mind go crazy
Babe let's make a toast for you and me,
Fuckin' that bitch
Slimin' that bitch
All I want is peace
Break that bitch to pieces
Beat a bitch up Chris Brown
I got money gettin' down
The glock
that bitch
And man that bitch was salty If I was in the whip I would've
Chris Brown that bitch beat her down then I would've drowned the chick
Under
about Us when we step to the grounds
Labels pitch game, but it's not from the mound
Jog thru your block, and I run thru your town
Loss by the words, by
Lay that nigga down, AK or that 40 round
Pills and weed got me higher than Bobby Brown (Rollin')
T.T.G. ho, (Ho) Trained To Go ho (Ho)
Lay down
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
one
cnd I do it for my team
Starpham TCG
When things got real
They always stood by me
cnd we gon run it up bitch
From d stars where we from
cnd no
your stomach
Then i go 6 rounds with your woman
She think i'm Chris Brown tell her run it
You know what it is
No remote i'm controlling your chick
I have
(They dead as fuck)
Who words its gone be against me or hers
If i tell that bitch top my brother she gone do it (She gone do it)
I run these bitches man
onslaught is a doozy
Damn right I'm choosy Who what? You me
No comparison chump you can never do me
Or be me or see me set it off like tee lee
Shake dice run
In those golden brown eyes
That honey-pool delight -
I can see the story of a girl
Who's just trying to get by
In those golden brown eyes
Those amber
First one
Second one
Third one
Yeah yeah oh
I'll be okay if I get one
Remix!
Ray J, what it look like baby?
This yo boy Fabolouso
Got Clue
Atlantic back the advance like me
I got the upper hand, mm, and I got the other hand icy
My diamonds movin' like Chris Brown, you know I love when
, I'm gon' remix it, bitch
'Cause I'm a deep feelin', lease livin'
Weave stricken, wish I seen different
But I couldn't, I done had it bad
Niggas
Remix!
One two one two (one two one two)
This the I'ma Boss remix
Meek Milly
Let's go!
I'm ride or die, I'm ridin' by, hollerin' West Side right
pissed off finna turn up
Hella easy I get worked up
Fuck a drive by we gon run up
Im gon suffocate his baby
Send his child straight to hades
Since a pussy
Ah but old brown says that she must wed a Marquis or a Lord,
And I don't suppose it's ever one of those things I will be
But by jingo next election I
the world for the fat man
Children run this world for the rich man
Your sneakers made by kids in china
Dont buy condoms that's made in china
Blueface type
bend-a
Ova then I cutter like a sword from a ninja
I been stroking, I aint, in the back of the phantom,
legs up, doors open- mayne
Similar to Chris Brown
a bitch)
Spin through y'all block tryna see where y'all at
Call me Chris brown how I hit that bitch
Call her freak hoe how she like that shit
Opps be lurkin
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