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the smoker.
Drooling as that juicy pig turned golden brown.
The neXt thing I know she was ordering by the pound

She likes the smoked brisket     Wouldn’t miss

like Spike Lee 
But I'm gone lay the law and order down just like I'm Ice-T 
Let me take you down
Take, take you down like Chris Brown 
Told me 'bout

once I ain’t repeating 

They say I’m the Chris Brown of my city 
(Why?)
Cause the joints I make is never shitty
(Facts)
Numbers don’t lie You can see it

watch flintstones
I like the
I like the

(Aye) 
Sippin' on screw while I rock out to juice
(Ay) know the hate real but the love be some foo
Gimme that

puttin' all this pressure
On back of me my friends wanna kill me for
Success that I acheived
So I'm all by myself around everybody
Till somebody from

It’s MANi$H, Not Manwich, although I’m
Eatin' & Beatin' ByTches Alike
Might vanish, I'm Not famished from dodging 
Witches & Pitches That ain’t RIGHT

Chris Paul I go hard
Carolina Veteran
Richland County Hero
Cape on for the memo
I never had a demo
Just projects that y'all missed
So I signed myself
ADA

Chris brown
Phone bugging they buzzing this is b town
If you aint bout money don't come round
Counting all this money green thumb now
Re up in the morning

until it's
Money in my hand
That's why wherever I go
And they know it's a show
That it's about to down
Feel like Chris Brown
Y'all niggas said see you

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

hotter than grease, get popped like Crisco
We could really get shit poppin' like Chris Brown
(Bow-bow)
That's how them shits sound
When you hear that, you

them shine like Johnny Dang
And for that, I'm left behind inside the rain
I can't let Moms find out about the pills, I'm higher than a crane
Chris what's

stalled
GPS, Google Maps for the fall
Chris Brown in that pussy, wall to wall
But if you not outside Baby girl i'm pulling off
And its nothing new
She said

match my fit, hat match my shirt, shirt match my bitch
These niggas might dress but not like this, Kaliimarii bag brown, Gimme That like Chris
I'm tellin'

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,

CHORUS:
Don't look my way
Don't you dare gimme that face
'Cause behind those pretty brown eyes
I'm sure that there are many thoughts comprised
I've

the hottest in the town Diamonds dance like Chris brown
Yeah I started from the ground
And I ain't never back throwin dirt up on my name how they do me like

stuttering like Busta Rhymes on crack
On that Chris Brown track before he slapped Rihannas ass
Laying inside my room I feel philosophical
Time slipping right

Sweet little brown darling
Crystal clear what we've started
I know, I know
That you're too split
Split like banana, say nada, don't say sh*t
Would you

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

Dunkie Butt

12 Gauge

Da Booty Calls out for a House Party That Bumps All Night Long

1998

Gimme that Dunkie Butt and them big ol' legs, I ain't 2 hard 2 beg
Ain't no shame in this game, I'm gonna break it down and beg like Johnny

(Intro)

That foreign That foreign
This is the remix
That foreign.. Foreal??

Uh-huh

(1st Verse)

The skirt you've got on is flared (Aw, yeah)

call me baby
Gimme that night and daycare
Send that money to my PayPal
Roll up on me in big truck
Cut up on a boy like nip tuck
Aim at a hoe like which

triggered
Guess that's just the come up
Too much heat chris brown and gunna
I'm feeling on top, but they want me under
Run up on me
I got plenty guys
They