Lyrics:
while ago
Don't let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and Sean Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that skate with a sick style
beautiful brown people! We made it, it's crazy, but nah nah, listen
I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm getting ahead of myself
So like, I was staying with him
be this, there wouldn't be Chris,
Or a Public Enemy with a black power fist.
No Queen Latifa, no Will Smith either,
There would only be tight jeans,
One time
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the ill na na (yeah, see'mon, yeah, see'mon)
Destination
last Saturday hit Ruth Chris, and both us ate T-Bone Steaks, okay
No I can't do shit with a QP, I need a full plate
Bro call my phone, say i'll make
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
for opposition
Annihilating Chris Wade pile drives competition
I'm in the prime proposition so I'll be takin office
Who holds that #1 spot, I'm bout
my brother Chris but he gone
I ain't got a choice but to lead on
Spending my days and I'm focused on paper
I know how it is but I ain't gone do favors
like gina
Chris brown i cant beef with him cuz he a singer
Yeah that boy a bitch i could just tell by his demeanor
Cuh come and wipe a nigga out like he
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
selling tickets to a pity party
Now I'm holding my bankroll
Thick as queso
Got a real queen, she by my side, fuck these fake hoes
Me and Chris Waters got
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
I remember camping in Green Valley Campground
And Chris Joyce played me Run DMC's "Tricky"
It was the first rap song I ever heard
And I fell in
And a couple of months
Yeah, the road was Bobby Brown
It had a couple of bumps (yeah)
They be showin' me love
Minus a couple of chumps
In my best Chris
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
Intro: Method Man
One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah,
make me feel so good
I need you every second I'm paranoid 'cause
You got what I want, said I want what you got tonight
Darling you know, I wanna hold you
gonna hold back, never gonna mess it up
Never gonna give it up, never gonna break your heart
With her brown hair, brown eyes
Living life up here on cloud
just sayin', man (Talk to 'em, Chris Brown)
We out here tryna function
Look, got bad bitches, they ratchet (uh, what? Ratchet)
Bet the ding make
in yo face
Bouta show you the place, take you by the hand
And I tell lil shawty
Ima hold this down
Tell lil shawty Ima hold this down
Tell lil
[Chorus]
Never heard it like - quite like this before
Never heard it like - quite like this before
[Chris Lowe]
Now first off the bat, nah y'all who
missing
Just like the roof is, riding in that Chris Brown
Two seater deuces, peeling like I skip town
Pocket full of brick money, neck full of black gold
getting this fetti
We in the Chevy and ready to pop tags in
[Chorus:]
So whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
And since you wanna live by
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