Lyrics:
This is my muh fucking house
Hey I'm by the front door
Here about a blond haired bitch named Sisco
She'll do anything for daddy man the bitch go
Tell
missing
Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy
I be loved by ladies, I'm the brown Chris Brown
Matter fact, call me The Brown Breezy who's
off sick days
6 trey, 64 bounce, bitch, bounce
Hood nigga, favorite spot was the Waffle House
Patty melt with the hash browns
Tryna avoid all
got Chris in yo glass and you sippin it
You bout money and you gettin it
We tight that's right. Uh
[Chorus]
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) why'all
called by the name
Chris the little bitch
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
The time has come
For Chris's dick to be chopped off
And roasted
Aye, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat, Chris Fresh, Lil Boat
Yeah and I'm tired of all you pussy ass niggas hatin' on boat
Cause y'all see that nigga shinin'
Feel like Chris Brown off the takers
Dead end street with no neighbors
Next house I buy, got a lot of acres
Plays lined up like a fuckin' waiter
In
(Ooh, Ohh)
Here I stand before you - brown.
Color of the mountains
Colossal as the earth
Wrapped so deliciously within my own joy
time get the heart of my rhymes, get a nigga get better with time
And wonderin how I'm goin by, can't help it in the heat of the
Heartless hood, it's all
daylight
Niggas way off in the game but don't play right
Motherfuckers wanna really check the temperature
Pop pop get rocked two shot deranger
4 5 all day
Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, which be European
If you're a +te-en+ (ten)
racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp Thе Yard
Get shot while you steppin'
My niggas likе walkin' 'round
With automatic weapons
stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, plus he ain't funny as Chris
on the mind, PARTY! PARTY!
So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody
The right kind 'fore the lights come off
Shit, I'm tryin' to take
them to pop stars
The authentic ain't a craving
They couldn't hack the pressure to go globalise amazing
Best turned phony money talks ask chris brown
Bitch I'm rich (bitch I'm rich)
Rich like Chris (rich like Chris)
Lil JJ Rxch Chris going to the top, we cannot stop
Make all this money I'm finna
Brown eyes
For you I'd put the world on my back
For you I'd give it all baby, girl just keep it a stack
For you I'm playing Jodeci while I'm blowing
Get gangsta girl
Gangsta
(Repeat 4X)
[Foxy Brown]
Still reppin the K gun in the waist
Hit by the Neptunes
Throw in that bass
Yeah y'all niggas
and all that
Haha! Yo..
[Chorus: Ja Rule]
Nuttin but some gangsters, smokin and ridin (YO!)
Come on get high with us (NIGGA!)
Come on and ride with
off them matches and sit up with you
Ayo the streets, what is gettin' more crazy?
Stressin' me nothin', investin' the leathers, we all into things
like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Count
[Chorus:]
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
fucked all day (yeah)
Sucked all day, smokin blunts, countin cheese
Fucking bitches til they assholes bleed
What you say ba-by
Chorus: Too $hort, Biggie
Discuss these all off 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