Lyrics:
Brown skinned, but your blue eyes tell me your mama can't run
Sneak (dissin')
Sneak me through the back window, I'm a good field nigga
I made a flower
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
fault she like this
Spoil my bitch, award show lifestyle
We on our way to another show right now
My son growing up he thinks he Chris Brown
My lil
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
Have you seen yourself in a movie with everyone shouting your name?
Have you felt the adrenaline while you were singing on stage?
Have you seen all
I'm gonna grab her by her ponytail
I'm gonna sling her around and around
When she wakes up she'll know she met up
With mad Mrs. Leroy Brown
Well
how I don't like to be by myself
You know I'm just here by all by my self
Why what's going on?
Maybe take a bubble bath you know what I'm sayin'
Ya,
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
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
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,
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
We had the first family, see and Mr. Chris Brown
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down
My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge
J.B.
Like Chris Brown when Rhianna got her fuckin' ass beat
Fuck Jeeves ask me for advice, if I'm not reading advice
I'm squatting down, picking cracker
the script
Whatever the traitors name
My aim is dunk em like
I'm Chris Webber
So many phony smilin' faces
Traces of slander
Got em comin' outta funny
a movie we takin our time
Fuckin u good and u aging like wine
Baby we havin a helluva time
I'm Chris brown tonight so I'm takin you down
She send me
a movie we takin our time
Fuckin u good and u aging like wine
Baby we havin a helluva time
I'm Chris brown tonight so I'm takin you down
She send me
the sky
Let's go somewhere nice
Ima let you hit the mall
Ass fat dress tight
Skip to the night
Lingerie night gown
I feel like chris brown how I'm bout
man still talking, but that talk been cheap
C'est la vie, c'est la vie
Momma been proud, soon enough y'all gon' see
Ain't no Chris Brown, I ain't
you on stretchers
Did you know the album title's an idiom for forever
I got it, yeah, I got it
I'm Chris Brown, how I rock it
So I only give exclusives
'til it ain't no more i'll tell you now
Take you down like I'm Chris Brown
Light this blunt now
When she off liquor she say "Pipe me down"
Cum Thru
Ima
hook that Kareem Abdul- Jabbar nigga
You talkin down hol on alright
You talkin down leave yo ass like Chris Brown on stomp the yard nigga
Would you
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