Lyrics:
the bitch by her throat
Ice my pinky, AP flooded I need a boat
Get shot like Ricky (hmm), taking a brown boy for a joke
Gucci stripes all on me, cost me 80
Chris what's up mane what's poppin man
We backed now bruh we back at it again mane
You know how we rockin man
I'm off this here man, smoking tooka
feelings
Look into your eyes nigga you ain't ever lived it
But always talking cooking dope nigga ever had heart ache
Ever lost money learned how to cook oil
tryna suck me like a straw
On a fucking drink
Feeling like Chris Brown
I think I need a new flame
Cause I ain't really fucking with this bitch
I just
quick, click clack, get to freakin', ho
She want some hot nigga chillin' out in Mykonos
Or thot niggas all summer, every weekend, ho
I ain't no killer
favorite car with the missing top
Around my way where we used to park
And did all those things to steal your heart
It's been about a year now
Ain't
look from off your face
'Cause you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out
And so Sally can wait
She knows it's too late
As she's walking on by
My soul
on an breakin' me off by the end of the night
You can ride with me
Cause I like ya Simmon's jeans
Ain't tryin' to make a love scene
Truly I just want you
intuitive arts!
He just says,
"You two kids start falling in love,
I ain't got brains,
But I reigns
Over all these parts!".
Love never went
pro-bono
All-Star weekend floor seats by the coaches
Flying all frequent, reclining on beaches
Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features
I ain't
thinkin' you ain't equal?
Brotha you are fuckin' see through
The deceitful will writhe and yell
As that sickly unrighteous smell emanate from hell
Brain's
Tainted past steeped in fear and denial
Terrified of emotion so it scare me to smile
All that pain my heart's feeling, merely a trial?
Time to break
(Drug)
I can see a frown when I call my plug
I ain't off that brown but I love my mud
Lookin' at the ground while she suck my blood (Uhh)
Oh, baby, let me
to me
Like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard
Trick hell you say?
It's such a blessing when my eyes
Get to see
And it stay around
Pointin' to the joint, put the Buddha down
Goin', goin', gettin' to the roots
Ain't givin' it up
So turn me loose
But then again I
fly again
They said they be smokin’ to the brain
But they ain’t the same
Come back and my crib look like a maze
They look at me strange
In the place,
thang
I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main
Brown
could take me down
But you aint chris brown
You cant take me down
Bish you aint chris brown
You cant take me down
Bish you aint chris brown
You cant
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
Hair trigger, walk up closer, ain't no Photoshoppin'
Friends bipolar, grab you by your pockets
No option if you froze up, always play the offense
match my sound
If I'm not going up then I'm 6 feet down
Look at my skin
Look at my skin
You fell in love with my caramel brown
Way back then you ain't
heart?
Once upon a time I used to go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinkin' to myself, hollow tips is all I got
Now I'm drinkin' by myself,
spins the rhymes through your opti-lens, check it
It's five below, my brain is cold
Runny nose evey time Doc exchange a blow
My street team snipe
single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my
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