Lyrics:
perfect, it shows, let's go
I've been starin' at ya
And I could do it all night
You're looking like an angel
With that kinda body needs a spotlight
Ain't
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
ya head with me
(Check it, check it)
Yo, case closed, erase my foes
Chased away by the black suits, shades and clothes
We above the law, Feds can't
another
It ain't really that hard to just be
A brother,so be good speak up
Don't wait for it to happen,life is
Passing you by and homeboy
You're cold
just start fucking up
We can be friends if you can hold it down
Walk around wit no guidance feel like Chris brown
Used to be in the dust but now Look
I, I (I) (I got it from here Chris, damn)
My nephew gettin' older and he startin' to talk (talk)
Now my moms got sick and she can't walk (damn)
No
got what you're lookin' for
For my thug niggas, for my thug niggas (don't wanna be, don't wanna be)
I don't wanna be a player no more
I'm not
to the rhymes I kick
I'm about to flip, cause I'm fed up with that bullshit
I'm fed up with that bullshit (bullshit) I'm fed up
Whether it's the hot, warm,
delusion
In hopes that Chris will maybe switch up his tune
And wanna settle down
When you're flying high
Do you promise, do you promise
You'll think of me up
hemisphere!
Skimbleshanks the Railway cat, the cat of the railway train
You might say that by and large it was me who was in charge
Of the Sleeping Car Express
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that
it but, baby, don't stop it (nah)
We can do it like Chris Brown, girl, and get it poppin'
Man I'm a pro (yep), look I'm far from a rookie (that
I, I (I) (I got it from here Chris, damn)
My nephew gettin' older and he startin' to talk (talk)
Now my moms got sick and she can't walk (damn)
No
baby
I think you're so arrogant, arrogant
Do you think you're so much better, baby
That I think it ain't healthy for me
To judge you by your flaws
And worse - This shame
Before your family's shrine
[CHIRS]
This girl is mine
[THUY]
Yours?
[CHRIS]
Now
[THUY]
What!
[TOGETHER]
Who are you?
[KIM]
call blowin' your mind
When I come back, like nut on your spine
I'm the thumb tack that you slept on, son
Now here I come, screaming "Attack" like I
get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep-keep ya head up, ooh,
more brown, no more yellow, no more red
Just high born citizens and low born citizens
And all that race shit was eradicated
You're either rich
I'ma need some celery
Thugger, that's my evil twin, from now on, call me Jeffery
Thugger and Gucci takin' over the industry
Thugger and Gucci bought
convenience
You waste the minutes
The hours, days and the weeks
They flutter by you, they butterfly you
That's what you get girl
Now you're a jet girl
Nice cool morning for this time of year
I embrace the day ahead of me now that you're near
Yes Chris wrote another sappy rhyme
But the flow (Just so
the bump with bones
Nothin' but love bones
Lifestyles of the living dead
First you live then you're dead, died trying to clock what I said
Now I got
with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating
to New York City, welcome to New York City
Why'all fuckin with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster
Now that's danger there's nothing left to shape up
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