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she used to work at that strip club
Tried to turn a hoe into a housewife but it happens when you think
That you're in love I'm a Chris Brown that pussy

desk and a blunt lit in my hand
I used to sing Chris Brown 'Gimme That' everyday music choice on On-Demand
That was just who I was back then
Now

Slide the mag smooth in
Said she like the trap house
And she tried to move in
Told that bitch
I wouldn't make 2cents
With my face screwed in
Chris brown -

down and do the doo doo brown now that was an inside and by the way we started this song like why do you have to have a big booty and why you got to look

And I don't give a fuck
I go Chris Brown
Bitch down
I don't give a fuck about shit now
Pull the stick out or my dick out
One is getting blown
Run up

funny
Ain’t it funny (a-ha a-ha)
Ain’t it funny
Ain’t it funny
Don’t you really think it’s funny
You lookin’ like Chris Brown
Like ‘Look at Me Now’
You

coming through, yea
Baby, baby girl I'm coming through, yea
Baby girl I got that hallelujah, call me chris brown
You call me bryson, biting on your ear,

said and done
Tag me in like we playing games in primary school
Just like Chris Brown, I'm a light skinned guy who's making moves
I'm beating all these

of Rihanna was the topic of discussion
But before Chris Brown, there was Juanita Bynum’s husband
Now ex, a pastor if I’m not mistaken
You can hate on my

but a Creator's gifted hands
As in, I hear heaven when I think of you
It sounds like that Chris Brown song we sang as kids
As if we knew the magnitude

a kick stand these lines hit like I pitch brown
Dank dancing like Chris my opps on edge like it's pits round
The Pedigree real lock down like Beverly they

tracks a hit
Pass the wood like Chris Brown so it hits
I'm an Angel Ohtani I pitch green that hits (Freestyle off the dome!)
Fucking a bitch right now

a bitch)
Spin through y'all block tryna see where y'all at
Call me Chris brown how I hit that bitch
Call her freak hoe how she like that shit
Opps be lurkin

quitters quitters duly note. 
When life ties you down beloved chew the rope. 
If you swimming in lemons get em by the throat. 
squeeze em to the pulp a fill

Und ich kratz' die Rapper von meinem Kühlergrill ab
Mann ich bin Champions League, du Oberliga,
Fick nich mit dem Drogen Dealer, Großverdiener, yeah,

And got rings on my finger 
'Fore the Champion-ship cruised 
'Fore the ship cruised-by

And now my letter to a boy


R.I.P to the dead, boy
Let

You better brown nose, you better kiss some ass
It'll pay for your rent
It'll pay for your gas
We don't have names, only numbers
And they all call us by

pins
Never take a loss, I just bounce back
Said I fell off, got my sound back
My boy HB, where you been at?
With a couple tallboys in a brown bag
Coldest

the city of champions
Straight out of Inglewood, straight to your hood
It's M.W.A. motherfuckers
It's some real motherfucken, Mexicans With Attitude

We

the fight in me 
Champion by heart can't you see 
And life ain't nothing but a dream
Still ride with the same team 
Only thing changing my way 
And only thing

Spillin henny on my soccer shit
Fat pelle
Champion hoodie and a pelle pelle
At the deli
Feeding my Jewish bitch pastrami
Or I'm out tokyo
Hoe

say who you be
Ko saye fun ye ni bi
Wake up, mo ni ko ji
Ooni vibe ma lonleyin
We no get time for oshi
How you pull up at a party
Get turned down by

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Touching the money
I gotta grab it
Theme song by queen
We are the champions
Like my bitch nasty
Fuck me with

arm, and the spirit of the champion
Fetch the brown soup, my boy, no more cum n shittin'
You're our only hope, the future is not written

You've brought