Lyrics:
on the fuckin' line, so I gotta do what I fuckin' must
I'm talking to Chris, we makin' a hit
I'm talking to Chris, we makin' a hit
And you know this shit won't
it, leather jacket like Slash did
Face melted off the acid
I bought 40 dimes of the yia-yia
Downtown Brown, Julie Brown know the hoochies wanna do me
Pap stack money like he half-Jewish
Glock on me if you wanna get into it
They say Pap one of the realest to do it
I know niggas would smoke embalming
she used to work at that strip club
Tried to turn a hoe into a housewife but it happens when you think
That you're in love I'm a Chris Brown that pussy
brown, stick around"
"But as you black, oh brother, get back get back get back"
Me and a man was workin' side by side
This is what it meant
They was
know how we do
We savages
We super thuggin
Yeah
We super thuggin
Nino
I'm in your face what what what what whooooooa
You out of place what what what
Higher and higher finally we reach heaven
Come back to earth and then we do it all again
Yeah
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I can't tell
Do you like onions by any chance?
I love onions
I love onions
Onions
Onions
Onions
I like onions
They smell really nice
When I put em in my salad
I
single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
found out, i'll leave you in the dust?
[chris]
baby what would you do if i got in trouble and went away
would you stay true
would you stick around or do
Yeah
Look
I need little shorty with the brown skin
I need me a girl to move around with
She love the things I do, she love my style, yeah
I love
me what I feel now, nada
Bout to get my fucking guap up
Look who they calling big poppa
Straight from Brooklyn like Chris Wallace
They told me more
The young generation yo,
What's the deal bro, Charlie Brown, man
[Charlie Brown]
I don't know what the deal is
You have to ask my partna Dinco D
Yo yo
inaugurated tomorrow
What would your first day be
Like in The White House?
What would you do? Who would you bring?
Chris Brown is my first man
Karrueche goes
were inaugurated tomorrow
What would your first day be like in The White House?
What would you do? Who would you bring?
Chris Brown is my first man,
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
shake?
It’s unreal the way it quakes...
All the walls are coming down
Shadows crawling from the ground
Cam, Chris, what should I do?
J, I swear I just
with a stick (Million)
Make her do a handstand, suckin' good dick (woo)
Where would I be if I ain't never hit a lick? (hey)
Who put a bag on your
lie, she making me proud
They like "What the fuck? Why K Solo so loud?"
They fakin' at the show, I up at the crowd
RiRi for the pack, I'm real Chris
clown dance (bitch)
If you make it clap for me, bitch, I'm pullin' out bands (Shut the fuck up)
Fuckin' to some Chris Brown, king of R&B (B)
She want
Tell my team yea you know who you're about
That's me zay mikey brown and chris P so please believe
N*** out here don't show no love
Made it from
the Great
They probably call me Your Grace
Saint
I know
I know
I know
Hey Bill what's up it's your Grandson Chris
I called knowing you wouldn't pick up but I
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