Lyrics:
TRIPINATION
Written by: Chris Simpson, Joseph Page, Lisa Rau
WITH HOW MANY EVER GRAINS OF SALT YOU WISH,
THAT THE BROWN ACID CIRCULATING AROUND US
down (she bust it, she bust it)
I pour very little but I smoke by the ounce (kush)
I feel good, I knew that I would
James Brown (chilling)
Baby don't you
it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair
[Bun B]
Go down to Texas, represented by long lines and G's
Where niggas'll
how my life converted
They say that life's a female dog
Well I'm perverted
Go to jail and get murdered
Murder was the case they gave us
Manipulate
'm stompin' them out, then there's blood on my shoes
She wanna go out so I buy her Chris Louboutin
Now there's blood on her shoes
I stay in motion, fuck do you
Gift
MasterShow
Oginidi Afam bu Zeak
Even dj zee go sing for you cause your body bad on low I think say your name na (Amanda) sorry Omo na Gift ,
rather a nigga abuse her
Chris Brown, I’ma bruise her
Bitch got a rack like a shorty from Hooters
Loser, you was a picker and I was a chooser (Shmoneymo)
ah fuck me wife (jah know)
Chris, nuh badda kill yourself dawg, nuh touch di knife
She just gi me ah one fuck 'cause she seh she love mi voice
So
name
I'll make 'em realise
Big dreams before the pen hit a page before I hit a stage
Just youths running free years beyond our age
Chris, Young Roche,
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not
(feat. Wyclef Jean)
[Intro - Timbaland - talking]
Oh!
You know what?
([Wyclef:] good good good)
I go through a lot, since my baby girl's not
watchin' (lady watchin') as I'm glidin' by (glidin' by)
And the place is jumpin, that I can't deny (no, no, no)
Ooh I can't wait to go in, throw my glass
Yash Browns
Chris Ruiz
Me tiene complicado
Me tiene enredado
Me tiene oh ooh ooh oh
Gyal I don't understand where you come from
Siempre me esta
a'caramel wit' that Coco Ice
She even got a big sistah by the name of Chocl8 Tah
Brown Shuga babe
I gets high of yo' love, don't know howta behave
I said I
played my music in her ears, she was in love with my tunes
She called me 50 Cent and Chris Brown all rolled into one
She wanted some of my genes, so she
prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no
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
What, What
We cooked that nigga on the pot just like a heater
I call my dick Chris Brown cause it's a women beater
My Lamborghini cost a leg so I
smoke herbal, I smoke on that Marley, you party with parsley
I smoke purple, you smoke on that brown and I do not mean Charlie
I Go 30, I don't show no
[Young Chris]
Young, Gunz
Chris and Neef
The home of Philly
Tough love, first time around
We got now we don't care who got next
[Verse One]
(Young
on a little R&B love
Bump and grind, who do ya like
Put on a little R&B love
Trey Songz or Chris Brown
Either way it's going down
Play me some Beyoncé
Ayee
Imma
desk and a blunt lit in my hand
I used to sing Chris Brown 'Gimme That' everyday music choice on On-Demand
That was just who I was back then
Now
like i'm Naruto
Knock em out just like chloroform
By myself I'm not vulnerable
Outside my comfort zone comfortable
Days turns into months and go
Started
Dominican Chris Brown
Everywhere I go is hella bitches with tits out
Over the years seen a lot of niggas hit this route
They disappearing, I'm like where you
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