Lyrics:
girls across the world (Chris Brown, let's go)
You know you gotta be my girl (ladies)
All them girls across the world (hey, ayy, ayy)
You know you
Everybody's got a mountain to climb
This road we travel gets a little tough sometimes
Sometimes I know you feel like you can't go on
Need somebody
and dad but can't hear you
Coz you just whisper
Hold you hostage
Make you dance
Till you feel like Chris Brown
You know I'm a freak
Step by step I take I
When my heart aches I'm drownin', pain won't go away
And in my cups brown fills my brain, won't go away
These five yellow girls all on parade
let's go
Yeah, uh
I'ma take y'all to the motherfuckin' club on this one, let's go, uh
Cincinnati, Tennessee, all my niggas in the D
Yeah, look, look
Washington Carver.
George Jefferson, George Jetson, George Peppard, George Harrison.
Boy George, by George,
George Of The Jungle, George Strait, Chris
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
two bad apples
On our family tree
Kind of ripened and rotted
In our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart
But I lacked
away is the bluebird
Here to stay is the new bird
He sings a love song, as we go along
Walking in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we can build
What have you seen? What have you been through?
Yo, likkleman you wanna stunt on who?
I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you
About gully-side,
Met a honey riding on the trolly
Looking kinda Dolby said that I could call her Molly
Said she had a lover that went by the name of Polly
As she
back there, Lord
Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout
Making love in the green grass
Behind the stadium with you
My brown-eyed girl
You, my brown
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
to hazy brown?
When love is put to the test, it somehow weeds out the worse from best
Or maybe the best will pass you by, 'cause we're just
Sitting
feel like dancing on my own
Where no one knows me, and where i
Can cause offence just by the way I look
And when I come to blows
When I am
to hazy brown?
When love is put to the test, it somehow weeds out the worse from best
Or maybe the best will pass you by, 'cause we're just
Sitting
Toronto, I'ma flood the whole Six (the whole Six)
Pull a brown bag out and gon' blow the whole shit (blow it up)
I got sick of moving cash, all my cars,
it feels different
Uh, I only love her if her eyes brown
Play this shit while you play around with my crown
King H-O, y'all should know by now
night through
Leavin' the light on
Leavin' the light on
So I can look at you
Your pretty brown eyes
Your legs that go forever
Still can't believe you're
'ready to go'
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
Freaking in the kitchen
'ready to go'
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
Freaking in the kitchen
Ladies and gentlemen
It's my pleasure to introduce to you
He's a friend of mine
Yes, yes I am
And he goes by the name
Justin
All the way
feel like dancing on my own
Where no one knows me, and where I
Can cause offence just by the way I look
And when I come to blows
When I am
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