Lyrics:
Arie told me, bro you should speak out loud
Like a Chris Brown song, shit look at me now
I'm the voice of my crowd, used to speak just to you
Now people
[ CHORUS: Black see ]
Don't gimme no bammer weed
(Get with the program)
(Just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (4X)
[ VERSE 1:
the green, im talmmat piccolo
Dunk on a nigga like shannon brown
Codename ballerina when it hit make that boy spin around
Had sum weak shit up in the yap like
Took karate, mommy told me, "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta
prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no
stuntin'
We do what we gotta do, to get that money
And god know my past
I'm itchin' to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin' a steal
And god
And this is the behavior that you teach your kids?
"Just like this Lil Chris and fight for that toy
Cuz without these gifts what do you have to enjoy"
It's
do
Shit, to get that money
And God know my past
I'm itchin' to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin' a steal
And God kno my temper
My
Instead I'm on that other level
But I took time to reach down
To help the black and brown
I never stood around
I hear em talkin' behind
My mind
In
stroke a nigga pacing
Her legs open to me, vacant
She all on me with that kiss kiss
Don’t do lovey dovey, no Chris Chris
But that pussy wetter than my
Hey, Rossy
This beat slap harder than the real Chris Brown
My bars bite harder than COD hell hounds
Be respectful, call this song Special Ed
Cause I
that bright, she ain't always that white
Nope; gimme one girl, I mean one gram
I'll teach how to give a white girl a suntan
Put it in that pot, 'til it
do
Shit, to get that money
And God know my past
I'm itchin' to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin' a steal
And God kno my temper
My
drastic, still we get plastered
Consumed by the masses, yeah I'm part of that shit
Tapping on the bottom of the bottle, then I pass it
Shotty, after shotty,
you emotionally unavailable (Damn)
I've never been in this situation before
Got my friends warning me
Got me bumping Chris Brown's old jams 7 days
And the lie they told us old
They base it on your race
They separate: you black, you brown
You yellow and white face
Then we further separate by
Joining gangs
backed up you just luke mccown
They know that I'm next up I come from the ground
Dnt fw no cigs, no white or no brown
I fw the green I might blow a whole
L-L-L-Lex Luger O-O-Ouu Clouded-Chris-In-The-Cut
In the-In the-In the dark, in the cut ay, this is where I live
Don't you start, if it's up niggas
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
Oh, what about D'Angelo?
I want some of that brown sugar then
Watch this rap bitch bust all over ya nuts like
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fuckin'
Tell my team yea you know who you're about
That's me zay mikey brown and chris P so please believe
N*** out here don't show no love
Made it from
at you now.
Oh!
Look at you now.
Oh!
You just a clown.
I will turn your ass to ashes.
Somebody tell Chris Brown
Get down!
Durty South's in town
With
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
These my shelltoes, diamonds, beaches and reeboks
Walking by the bitches and they saying damn he hot
But the suns out i dont think that they meant me
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