Lyrics:
Back off Versace, Versace
These niggas keep biting my testes and
It's all in the media
Look me up on Wikipedia
Let me up, rockin' the boat like Aaliyah
Strawbs - Lawrence Brown
Lawrence Brown was a family man
Worked as hard as any man can
His wife was thin
And his daughters were fat
And all day long
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
a sig
In the bing I'm like Ving Rhames I bring pain
I sling cane off the wing like I'm King James
Y'all doubtin' who when I spit the whole lead
They
one of these
Like, no dose, coke up in ya nose
Some weed up in ya lungs
The heroin in your vains
You know, sober just by saying the name
It's all
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's
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
in the Slum Village
Return of the Boom Bap with two million on the wrist
DJ Drama
Ayo, Tom Brown sale surrounded by drug paraphernalia
I dare you
dropped The Come Up
I was in high school playin' corner
I never dreamt of mumblin' words in front of hundreds
Studyin' plays all summer
I'll hit
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's
you to slip on the oak vine
I'ma do this nigga like I was chewing a pork rind nigga
Eminem couldn't get ya to a million on the 'Gram
Chris Brown
I was making rounds in my town
Getting down too much
Chris Brown in the Dutch
But I ain't feel much
Seen a cloud that look like a plane
cnd I wanna
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
first off my homey Chris Terry gonna run game like this
Verse 1: [Chris Terry]
I'm on this mad paper chase, I'm talkin bout stackin them g's
I be makin
[Slim Thug][Hook: x 2]
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While I'm at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks
you faded by the pound, nigga keeping 'em though
Lil fin and queens mound y'all forever be thick
P-mall don't ball I see you moving that shit
T-bolo,
All I do now is dick around
When the sun goes up and the moon goes down
When the leaves are green and the leaves are brown,
All I do now is dick
try that, boy
You knock off like a two, three bag sushi boy
Brown and green but you no name fits right
Oh, you move like you smart, you no name
Ruth Chris my risk
Everything I do is high stakes
First off, still in my place
Like somebody killed my brakes
Can't feel my face
Smelling myself, top
like this now
I know she feeling like she missed out
She so loyal she singing my song like I'm Chris Brown
Sum good 'bout her skin
Yea she glowin'
She be
black girl magic
You can’t rabbit out the hat this
Less talk more action
Silent Assassin
On ready go all 7/11
Gone with the wind
& That’s Clark gable
Off
Hahahahaha, yeah
It's your nigga young Khalifa, man
Chris Breezy
All my ladies put your hands up
Yeah, Taylor Gang
All my ladies put your
they fucking with the team until they fall apart
Get them going quick like Chris Brown and stomp the yard
In this rap shit, I'm Picasso, fucking with
fuckin' 4 O'clock
I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
I'm in the Brown hooptie,
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