Lyrics:
Turn up the sound
High in the moon
I feel like chris brown
All these hoes on my dick
They lookin for sum clout
They keep blowin my phone
Ima laylow
I'm talkin', yeah yeah for real
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad (smash, dad,
the driveway
Bumping Dark Side of the Moon
And if you were nineteen in Wells
Maine like I was
You would probably do that shit too
Purple smoke in the sky
Riding
now
So I gotta clown
Yeah I gotta cope somehow
And I light this gas up
Hit like Chris Brown
I’m at the red light
Never slowing down
They gon fuck with
womp, wo-womp, womp wo-womp, wo-womp
(Chris Brown is in the building)
The young boy just turned sixteen and I got (uh)
Six fours and hot bikes that I
420 blazin'
My girl on her knees I don't think that she's prayin'
Beat the pussy up like Chris Brown's wife
Imma slit his fuckin' throat with a knife
I
the hills bitch I'm like the Weekend no
Not Chris Brown but Friday these bitches get freaky
But I do fuck with them cause it ain't the shit that I'm feeling
I
of moments let him and her push up on it
But don't judge me. Look, I'm just trying to do me
Don't you see, I want to have my fun while I am young
I want
Aye what you say?
I just put a toe tag on a hating ass nigga, fuck it
Shmoneymo
Fuck, I’m bouta fuck this shit up man
Yeah, uh
It ain’t nothing to do
a game, so is switch, but I really don't play
They told me I would never make it, that there could be no way
I told my mama what I'm making, all she said
browns skin that come with double D's
Stressed over what
Nigga I be smoking
Smoking good
So thick man I would swear her ass was swollen
Thicker then
and a single out. so the kids know we are still
There. and with the music you can prove what you can do still even without
One guy that just left the band. I
requires that you cannot wear any clothes.
What made me, forget everything I know?
All my beliefs, replaced by scenarios
Of unintelligent life, echoing
too were ushered in by ol' Doc Brown
When we made our first debaut ah he needed his dimes
And there were times he'd receive a fee
But he would pass it
Novsky (SESAC)
PRODUCED BY: Orlando Watson and Simon Novsky
MIXED By: Chris Godbey at Tiki Hill: Dallas, TX
RECORDED BY: Orlando Watson at Pen The Tale
’m going in (Don-Don)
Yeah, ugh, geah, what it do, New York City?
(Brrrah) i wore shiny suit's when I
Was down with Diddy (It’s okay)
You heard us going in
Praline: (whistles a bit, then) Hello i would like to buy a fish license, please
Postal clerk: A what?
Praline: A license for my pet fish, Eric
context. Doesn't really matter. Before long I'm out of stuff to say and you smile and say, "okay." I don't know exactly what you mean by it, but it seems
a fuck how y'all feel but that's real to me!
[Chorus: x 2]
Let's do whatever it takes to find our way
to find a way, to find a way
[Chris]
I would
of dawn
Now I got a man coming on right now
He's guaranteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on Wonder Mike do what ya like
I
the Jesus piece blind her
Yeah, check the baby girl, right
I'm behind her ask what she wanna do?
If she wanna sip and dip?
If she wanna roll baby, girl we can
wrist now
Wow
How the fuck did we get round
Get pounds tryna stack it like im chris brown
Ey
Now I thinking like a king now
Where's my crown I just wanna
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
up and told me lets do it nigga (barker) I told him lets do it nigga
We popped in the stu, holla at you boo from the booth you know what it do nigga
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