Lyrics:
might just be the feds
Thinking back I got set up by my ex
So why the fuck would I trust you
If you ain’t beneficial to them they gone say fuck you
Bizzy
ain't gotta touch me when you pass by
Bye boy (Bye) why these boys don't know
The only reason I gave you my number
Is so you would leave me the fuck alone
Yeah now I see yall niggas out
Fuckin face be all twisted up and shit man
Sup with that man me? I'm got damn lovin it
Life that is, hahaha
You
Uh, I wear the gun like a gurtle
Bullet proof car got me feelin' like a turtle
Shit, these niggas ain't satisfied until they get murdered u heard
Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting
So abide by
Ass in, ain't no askin', it's no tolerance as long bitch check in
She wit' me, comments will only get you placed eternally resting
So abide by
chick
Had me freeze like a felon
When he see's a crown vik
If i shoot my shot
Shaquile i'll probably fucking miss
And i ain't no chris brown
To sing my
mansyn the only competition for shady...
Scramble
Man's sins is why competition is just Shady and I'm..
Never mind back to you
Like demons volleying brains
leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy
Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
shot
I'll clear this bitch out, I shut this shit down
Yea I get down like I'm Chris brown
When that Hennessey in my system, I turn into Tupac
I hold
forehead nigga/ carve it in/
Verse II
I guess I got my swagger back/
Diaper dandy here to break up ya brackets/ March madness back/
Wit a Chris brown
Stand down, these mac rounds make ya lay down
Walk down with them shots no rebound
Yeah now, my diamonds dancing like chris brown
We had her first
bring?
Chris Brown is my first man
Karujjah goes in the trash can
I'd let Jodi free, can't fuck with me
I'm taking Bill from Hillary
All sex changes are
Yeah talk that shit, Bam
Talk that shit homie
Talk that shit for black people
Brown people, yellow people, beige people
Talk that shit for poor
or New Haven, or Chicago
Oh yeah, by the way, my name Chris Lowe
Move ya hips lows, love it when ya lips blow
Damn - shorty's standin by the coat check
and get me
We run dis city, you can't do nothin' wit me
It's young red ya'll, I'm rollin' somethin' sticky
You see them 20's, believe they worth three
teachers (ya heard!), Mr. K
All of the artists my fellow artist in the game that hold me down and help me out
Talib Kweli, (Mike Sanders), The Roots shout
And ironically, when you do it that way
More people end up saved
I paved my way by scrapin' it
You ain't never seen a nigga
Like me, if you did
I guarantee they was
this
I thought I told ya y'all ain't fuckin with Chris
Watch how I give it to em
You'll be amazed with the game displayed in one sentence
I intend
down
Krumping in that pussy like I'm Chris Brown
Baby girl chill out
Finna slide by see Styles
Tell ya homegirls don’t miss out
Yay yayeee
Shit slow down
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
both hands (Both hands)
No sleep, cuz she sweeter than a coke can, oh man (Oh man)
Got me fiending for that quality (Fiending)
Halloween, cuz she scream
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