Lyrics:
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
niggaz know)
The Truth!
(real niggaz know)
The Truth!
(real niggaz know)
Foxy Brown?
Who the hell gave you that name?
I saw you in hollom
you look like
must be a football coach
The way you got me playin' the field
So baby gimme dat "Toot toot"
And lemme give ya that "Beep beep"
Runnin' her hands
[ INTRO: Chris Rock ]
...All this ill shit
This fuckin Sir Mix-A-Lot shit
What the fuck is this shit?
See the shit's video?
'PUT IT ON THE GLASS!'
pissed
Cuz I’m the shit now
I’m the shit now
Stand em got sit down
Tell em niggas run it
Gimme that Chris Brown
All these chicks get down
They on my dick
Comin in my space trinna lock up all my brothers
That shit was a movie on a Friday, Chris Tucker
Big fish from the indico smoking indica
Move like a major
roast
Bitch youre burnt just like toast
call me Chris Brown
Beat you to the ground
Just like him, you're a clown
That's why you moved out of town
Im going
gay, do me it raw dog
Tips of a dick in the middle of the night
Gimme 350 and you know I'll do it like
Tom Brady, I could do it on a bike
You know that I
tonight
Camping out in bushes and ditches, that's if I want him missing
By myself I made the decision, don't want no co-defendant
Catch a witness, catch
up, you should call me Chris Brown
He was dissing on my cuddy till we caught him by the bounds
Caught a plug, tap in, so we get it by the pounds
Try
attitude (Southside)
Got the streets already
Now I'm coming to take the avenues
(Gimme that) broke them niggas love you
You get money, they get mad at you
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
wanna hear that pussy talk
When you gimme that look that look
Baby girl come here lemme take them off
Get naked
When we get home get naked
Let me see if
Gimme that D'ussé on ice
Sippin that and feel alright
Baby fell in love every night
She used to have a heart of ice
I just trying to find somebody
I give him all my love
That's all I do
Running through it
Who gonna do it
We gonna do it
Plxyboiii
When the chopper spit
It's like Chris Brown, no
Hamburger Helper
Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got
deep in shit you might need to go grab you a scuba
Heard he got fished by the cops don't know he got caught
Now that boy in can like some tuna
I told my
man Chris brown even knows
He seen the diamonds in the sky and he didn't really like those
I mean
Im getting hate
Just don't blame the Vagos
Just like
Chris Brown
I'm your superman
But u don't wanna be my superwoman
Ha yeah
Forgive me
For everythin i did to ya
I promise you
I won't repeat that bullshit
nah nah hold up homie) We takin over!
Gimme your girl gimme your keys to your four do' Explorer
Yo Lu Nile crack their composure
(We decompose
it gone be
Trick or treat
Huh... break it down
Darkskin Chris brown ima bout to take you down
She my queen I just replaced a ring for a crown
Pretty
That's what I have toppers for
Open up Solomon doors
Surrounded by priests, scholars and moors
Say my name, dollars just pour
Not that fake paper money
But
can't stop this shit until I'm having fuckin' bands in
And after that
4 by 4 we back to back
Big body, big body Lac on Lac
He got the bands and them
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