Lyrics:
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
Reckless
Every hour waiting on the next hit
Stepping on these niggas Louboutin Chris
I can give a fuck about a snake bitch
Hittah came up too soon
TRIPINATION
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
WITH HOW MANY EVER GRAINS OF SALT YOU WISH,
THAT THE BROWN ACID CIRCULATING AROUND US
most niggas I tote trigga
For you broke nigga and gold diggas wit no figga
That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers
I'm on ya ass like
been[02:42.68]Waiting for a long time[02:45.31]Walking[02:47.56]I see a garden gnome[02:50.25]The sun is[02:53.28]All over my brown eyes[02:56.02]Flowers[02:58.32]It's
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
this up, I want you by my side
I see you slipping up, I know you hear my cries,
Dreaming of your touch, soon you'll be in my life
Am I wrong fi fall for
transform that to a half a man, Afghanistan
You wouldn't understand how I'm really living
I had it bad when I went to prison
Chris Brown diamonds won't
tricked for the last time
Now taste my brown torpedoes
Cause I got something for you
Beans and guac, wow burritos
I have tricked for the last time
Now taste
the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber
So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny
the smoker.
Drooling as that juicy pig turned golden brown.
The neXt thing I know she was ordering by the pound
She likes the smoked brisket Wouldn’t miss
behind the dumpster for some cocaine
Ayy, free my nigga Cool, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear 'fo God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my
the strengthening of energy the reason the haters can hate us keep clicking our status/sharing the latest/
Been waiting for long time/for some thing to shine/can call
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
like Chris
My little brother so rebellious this a tight ship
A lil brown a lil white with some nice hips
Get her in a vice grip, ouuu
with them bitches we taking em' all
Not Chris brown got em' wall to wall
They all bad bitches and I want em' all
Baby you only get one call
Gotta realize
a messiah
I was mute and numb
She's standing near a chapel
Waiting for the sun
I have another mile ahead
Under this killing sun
I'm walking by instinct
puttin' all this pressure
On back of me my friends wanna kill me for
Success that I acheived
So I'm all by myself around everybody
Till somebody from
bout mine
Inhaling all the fumes, waiting for the day
I make it bro, it's about time
Ice grills by the haters around & I feel i ain't gettin' enough
But
up
We 'bout to upset the setup
U-U-U-Upset the setup up-upset the setup
BGF brothers
The realfreeway Ricky Ross and Chris Dutters
I do my thang for
this situation pass by ("pass by")
This time I’m fly
She got my hands rubbing all over her thigh
Pre Chorus:
I want you, you and you tonight
I
Vickys on and she feeling like performing
Oh that’s how you feel baby let me play this slow jam
Put on that Chris Brown No B.S. and watch her go ham
See I
to see you frown for you I'll be your clown
Cant wait for wedding night so I can take you down
Chris Brown Bobby brown
Tender roni lay it down
So much love
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