Lyrics:
band
San Diego got cancelled 'cause it's way too hot
1OAK with Chris Brown the night Suge got shot
Locked me up at the show, nigga, that's on my mama
know they fucked up before the body hit the ground
Every time we turn around
Got another Mike Brown
Police know they fucked up
Every time we turn
be brave, mmm
It's okay, found a way
By the way, I'm away
I fall back down but I'm looking up
Each heart breaks and I'm up the ladder
You
one else's arms can lift
Lift me up so high
Your love lifts me out of time
And you know my heart by heart, whoa, whoa
When you're one with the one
We ain't putting hands up spent a band up on this fucken pole
You been lifting at the gym but this 4 finna lift you more
Hitting all my shots man I'm
repay you
All my love is used up, on me
Chernobyl 2 plays text
The presenter CHIEFTAN MEWS
The music (in chronological order)
The most Gigantic Theme by
day
Heh, big up yourself man Chris, you know a mad thing (yeah)
Nuff ah dem bwoy yah a idiot to gyal thing
Millions of dollars dem spend pon gyal
Don't try too hard
Just take it easy
N****s hate to see ya up let em see ya
Make em down by the next time that you see me
Don't try too hard
Just
SIDDUNG by Monie Gad
Written by: Sheldon Oshane Gordon
Intro: redboom every gyal Wah gi mi the zum zum slimas thickas fatty boom boom lol
Chorus:
Oh, by the way, got a tip for J cole
Just shut your cake hole
Oh, hey Dolan Dark, these aren't memes
They're stolen art
You need to see a doctor,
(yeah)
I feel like Chris Brown, I'm on top when I dance (yeah)
She want me inside, like a crease in her pants
I'm never hot 'cause I got a lot of fans
Turn up the sound
High in the moon
I feel like chris brown
All these hoes on my dick
They lookin for sum clout
They keep blowin my phone
Ima laylow
to You Lord
I lift my hands up in praise
I lift my hands up to You Lord
I lift my hands up in praise
No matter how fierce the storms blow
No matter how
And Christ is risen from the grave
He is risen from the grave
Yes Chris is risen from the grave
He is risen from the grave
So we lift our voices
Sing
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
I remember how your love shines bright
Weathering, it's no one by your side
The way you lift me up, you sent from God
We can go wherever, whenever
Sin is beaten
By the power of Your name
My sin is beaten by the power of Your name
Death don't you celebrate
Cause all you've got is an empty grave
to the pyramids
Cause a nigga built too different
Built this shit brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris
yeah
I'm about to go Chris Brown uh
Saw your girlfriend cooking in the kitchen
Saw she needed help yeah so I tried to pitch in
Next thing you know yeah I
Brown skin, Brown eyes
Yes, you're beautiful
I believe in love, it makes life meaningful
If I ever fall in love I'd be a fool for you
Brown skin,
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
a fountain, stack it like a mountain
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown, I'ma take her down
I smoke a pound, flip a pound, got a hundred pounds
You want it now, I
the 4th call he picked up
Who this it's Lil Chris what's good nigga welcome home save my number nigga this my phone
Link up brodie what you on I'm in
More underneath that thickness
That sweet and round, brown, young, tender thickness
Now they like her quite eager
Sweet and meager
Shh
Don't you
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