Lyrics:
Chris Chris Chris Chris the barber
See him fly by revving through everyday
Pompadour high fifty one Chevrolet
Layrite pomade greased up his hair
You'll
come up to me
(yo)
Talking, talking the... you know what I mean
(yo, niggas can't front on the uptown nigga)
Yo, you know how, you know you know you know
corona too real
I can't do the walk-in
I ain't talking Madden but I'm finna hawk it
Chris Brown how a nigga dance
Bro keeping a stick like he playing with
George, you wanna lead us off?
Yeah, I got one.
Oh Chri-biip-mas tree oh Chri-biip-mas tree how lovely are thou branched?
Why am I getting blipped
concealing the shit
4 gun cases, I'm still with the shit
Backlit, wood wheel when I whip
Got her right up on my lap, that's a real nigga risk
And then feel
Brown
Brown
Brown
Brown
V1
Lower your tone
My mind is gone
I’m in my zone
That poison what we sipping on
This like my hotel
Pour up some
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
you wanna lead us off?
Yeah, I got one.
Oh Chri-biip-mas tree oh Chri-biip-mas tree how lovely are thou branched
Why am I getting blipped again?
Chris Brown
Wrapped his hands around Rihanna's
Neck, and choked her
Left her passed out on the ground
Yo Chris, I'm pissed!
I'll put you on my hit list
just a (fag?)
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got
Hey Chris (Hi)
Yeah I just wanted to let you know
That you better get down here really fast
'Cause we're making a diss track on you unless you come
spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got stacks and rubber bands up
nigga, nigga
I'm that nigga
I woke up in Chris Brown's body (oh yeah)
Somehow this shit turned into Freaky Friday
But we got no choice but to turn
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (oh)
I know you like it, mama, just
The name Chris Brown from Virginia
Ask about me, they'll tell you I'm the truth with it (oh)
C to the H to the R-I-S (oh)
I know you like it, mama, just
just a (fag?)
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got
and dad but can't hear you
Coz you just whisper
Hold you hostage
Make you dance
Till you feel like Chris Brown
You know I'm a freak
Step by step I take I
auto tune
That’s the truth, you can’t hide Brown fuck you
You know my name, I know you scared of me bro
Chris, I’m challenging you for a battle with me
Even got a big sister by the name of Chocolate Thai
Brown sugar babe, I gets high off your love (oh)
Don't know how to behave, yeah (oh)
I want some
Even got a big sister by the name of Chocolate Thai
Brown sugar babe, I gets high off your love (oh)
Don't know how to behave, yeah (oh)
I want some
And motherfuckers they hate you man, they try to make me feel bad about how I look, how I speak
How I rap, how I act, my race, my everything, they just, they they
at it, when you ready to ride (come on)
[Chris Brown]
Let me talk to you
Tell you how it is
I was thinking when I saw that body
Got to get
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
Discuss these how i feel by chris brown Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In