Lyrics:
some diamonds on your neck they dancing Chris Brown
And you know that I know that I love girl
Take a look around ain't no one else above you girl
If I
boy think he tuff he got a stick now
Chopper make him dance like that boy chris brown
2 sticks boutta hit me a lick now
Plug on the phone i need my shit
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
know I love
There is no one I would put above you
No doubt about it my baby loves the barbeque
2011 Chris Cassone, Cassongs Music, BMI
ya eyes that you want my brown
(I can tell from ya eyes that you love my brown)
I notice yo anger and jealousy simply by all of yo moves
Usually I
just thinking about it
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown eyed girl
You my
Brown eyed girl
(My brown eyed
[Man:]
Ladies I'm gonna need you all to back away from the
door we are trying to make way for Chris Brown
Ladies you are not listening I need you all
throw the deuces up like Chris Brown know I'm Tucci
Ayy, she know I'm a freak so she want me to eat the coochie
Ayy, but she know I can't cause I
Keshia
I was raised to be secure and now you insecure like Keshia
Now you lookin' like, "Damn" (Damn)
"Havin' Chris' baby ain't make him love me"
He
I'm giving you the best
Sweet love
ANITA BAKER
To bake a whole cake
Not a slice
See the layers
I'm funkin for Jamaica
Wit the spliff lit
Waving
a clear message
Like Khadijah saying prayers
I'm giving you the best
Sweet love
ANITA BAKER
To bake a whole cake
Not a slice
See the layers
I'm funkin for
No Chris Brown, yeah
Shawty, I thought we was gonna be together forever
Then you changed like the weather
Then you changed like the time
But everyday
fi the red bottom the new false hair have one trick to show you my dear inna your belly my cocky ago disappear Kim see the rifle and start get scared
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
Yeah I don't do it by the
You do it your way
I'm doing it different
In love with the music
But I don't fuck with the system
Don't call me a rapper
Call
transform that to a half a man, Afghanistan
You wouldn't understand how I'm really living
I had it bad when I went to prison
Chris Brown diamonds won't
silver spoon America
Simmer down now compare it to when I tear it up
You prima donna Rhianna's ain't fond of my music
Cause it's not Chris Brown abusive
[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
love you I lied
I ain't got time for a jezzy on my mind (no way)
Bad b hold this 9, bae take time
Then later you can hold this pipe
Everything stay
the fact
That you'll always be loved
Shawty love making Tik Toks
We be sippin Hennessey, we getting hick ups
We be giggling and laughing, sitting chris
Trae Young style fool
Giving free smoke to the opposition too
Blow you out the water try me if you want to
Kill em with the dance moves like Chris Brown
drive alone
You think you'll be fine you disappear into the night you're gone
'Cause no one could protect you
I'm waiting by your crib for you to pull
to go shawty I'm all about that fuckin' bread
Robbed so many niggas I got a ticket on my head
New boy on tha block, so you know my pistol be jerkin'
You
so bad got me thinking bout kids
She check every box on my list
Hair done nails too I ain't never seen her miss
Chris brown now I'm talking wtih a lisp
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