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and lift her rear tho
Club bouncing like a six4
If you drunk then drink a lil more
If you high then smoke a lil more
She moving like a six4
She make it

memory alive 
By holding your head up high just like a soldier 
March towards your goals remember what your folks told ya 
As you get older you

beat
I be shoppin' California stores in California streets. The bay where I reside, my California retreat
You might catch me up in Sun Valley at Empire,

even know me oga

Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later

Do I

know me oga

Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later oga

Do I

this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

Brown skin yeah 
You know I love your 
Brown skin yeah 
I can’t tell where yours begins 
I can’t tell where mine ends yeah 

Brown skin yeah 
Up

Coz it's my time to shine so we raise a glass up
We don't play no games so you better back up
We don't take no blame we just pull the mask up
Take

a bad bitch, bought a bad bitch, yeah
(And he was like, "You like them pink muhfuckers, don't you?")
(I just made a good investment)
I was like, "Yeah"

That I'd rather be
Then right here by your side

You lift me up
You lift me up
You lift me up
Ooh you lift me up

Put my heart on your shoulders
Enduring

On a different level, I can change your price Break it down like a Chris Brown

Young nigga, optimist, in my prime Baby, I can transform you
Let me put it on you

Sing along with me,

[Chorus]
Say fuck you Luda [Repeat: x3]
Yea, I guess that's why everybody hates Chris
Say fuck you Luda [Repeat: x3]
Yea,

around
Know this round house it'll knock them down
All my people turn to Chris Brown when he fall down
How we stomp the ground
Want the gold like

Man that ass so fat and it got a little lift up
Never gave fuck about you niggas
Bag got snacks, but I gotta keep it zipped up
Just in case, I can get

fit
Chris Brown numbers if you wanna flick
I made a hit now they on my dick
I made a hit now they copy it
I vanished
They watching my post like I do

International Love

Pitbull

Planet Pit

2011

Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee

You put it down like New York City, I never sleep 
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter

follow you cause you know I'm a leader
Stop begging for a feature
Drink soda out the liter
Better catch up cause I'm ahead by a meter
Running so fast that

call Comeback Season
Hope you enjoy your stay, drinks are on me by the way
Yeah

How the fuck Jay and Dame gon' break up before they meet Drake?
I'm

when they rap when they was really out here slidin'
Childhood like Chris Brown and Drake's song, no guidance
If anybody find peace, let me know where

Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee

You put it down like New York City, I never sleep 
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter

make up a new shift

Got extra reps on my set
Boy you don´t lift
Stacking it up rack to rack
With no forklift

Wheels on the desert
I spin on a banshee

Flood

Sybersound

Party Tyme Karaoke: Contemporary Christian

2005

And my mind is crushed
By the crashing waves
Lift me up so high
That I cannot fall
Lift me up
Lift me up when I'm falling
Lift me up I'm weak and I'm dying

Velvet skies
Honey brown eyes

Velvet skies
Honey brown eyes
Summer lasts forever when you're by my side
If we take forever multiply by nine
Still

Me and the boys sitting at Turbo Island
Fuelling the fire bout to make it go higher
Chain from Artclub and I make it look steezy
And fuck Chris Brown