Lyrics:
time No time
No No
Chorus
Life is a bitch
So slap the hoe
Life is a bitch
So slap the hoe
I dont play that shit
All my friends know
Do the Chris Brown
lined up
Wondering who they could pop for
Golden ember to the black floor
Burning monks to (?)
Part of the action
Retweet, now you're the attraction
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag who else for Joe 2 guard that
wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em c'mon
Brown paper bag (thank god for that)
and you also have some faults but for the moment lets just say
that you're a good man charlie brown
you're a prince and a prince could be king
with a heart
(sugar)
I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)
I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)
Ooh, ooh
Oh, sugar when you're close to me
You love me right
(sugar)
I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)
I want some of your brown sugar (sugar)
Ooh, ooh
Oh, sugar when you're close to me
You love me right
Aye
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris
on and on
[RichGirl:]
Boy I know your trying to get in my jeans
Be a cold day in hell, that's not happening
[Chris Brown:]
But I, I just came for love,
girl that ain't
for him
He'll try to bite they arm
Chris Brown
If you gonna fight your girl, Rihanna
Here's a syringe with tranquilizer
Dope her up good, and she'll
it to me
You got imperfections
But you're perfect for me
Brown skin brown brown skin ting
Ugh
Brown skin ting
Yea
She my she my
Brown skin brown brown
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
on and on
[RichGirl:]
Boy I know your trying to get in my jeans
Be a cold day in hell, that's not happening
[Chris Brown:]
But I, I just came for love,
girl that ain't
become a star
Because you're the biggest target out there, right?
When everyone's on the court, they're coming for you
When the opposing player walks
Boogie has picked
It's just a band, scroobius Pip
Hope nobody'll wanna sue me for this
Chris Brown already had too many hit's
How many people can I humanly
out of men's hearts
All the hate is hurled
You're gonna live
You're gonna live in a better world
Brown baby
Mmammamama
Brown baby
Mmammamama
Uh, pretty brown girl
Pretty brown girl, two, two, two
Uh
This ones for my coloured girls, not for any other girls
I think you’re so beautiful, you
I wanna party like Bon Scott on Charlie, Bob Marley non-stop,
Chris Farley pissed, party on like the bombs dropped,
So if you're drunk on Friday
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
I launch the aqua vessel your way
You're so electric swimming by
I much prefer the work before play
But pressure fills the confine
The pressure
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
clear and cloud
Brown baby brown baby
As years roll by i want you to walk
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
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