Lyrics:
Wanna gimme a hit- gimme a hit. Kizzat.
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John Bowie: Hey Chris, it's Bowie, uh, I'm at the Pathstation...
I
ain't ride this dick without a sound I lift her up, I grip her butt I pipe her
down I'm Charley Brown, I'm not Chris Brown
but I take her down, yeah
We
(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)
moving so crazy
Trynna tackle me, like are you crazy
Why these guys thinking I'm easy
I'll punch them up, Chris Brown Chris breezy
I'm on the charts like
a year
Time just goes by like that
I don't need a three five seven to get even
Odd how two or four you are still breathing
I know private detectives are
a year
Time just goes by like that
I don't need a three five seven to get even
Odd how two or four you are still breathing
I know private detectives are
Arie told me, bro you should speak out loud
Like a Chris Brown song, shit look at me now
I'm the voice of my crowd, used to speak just to you
Now people
[ CHORUS: Black see ]
Don't gimme no bammer weed
(Get with the program)
(Just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (4X)
[ VERSE 1:
the green, im talmmat piccolo
Dunk on a nigga like shannon brown
Codename ballerina when it hit make that boy spin around
Had sum weak shit up in the yap like
Took karate, mommy told me, "Tyler toughen up"
Rihanna haircut, somebody tell Chris Brown to fuck me up
Had to teach the bitch manners, now I gotta
prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no
back with a new hit season
Call that a remix
Next season I slaughter all the goats
Feed the heads to(ah) Penny Wise
Quit rapping you trying hard
That's the alkaholiks functions, conjunction junction
The remix version for all the brothers out there
That got shit on they chest and just wanna
Aye
Hold up it's Chris E on the remix
Walked up on lil shawty on some g shit
Never doubt girl you know this NDE shit
Niggas trynna ride the wave I
stuntin'
We do what we gotta do, to get that money
And god know my past
I'm itchin' to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin' a steal
And god
And this is the behavior that you teach your kids?
"Just like this Lil Chris and fight for that toy
Cuz without these gifts what do you have to enjoy"
It's
do
Shit, to get that money
And God know my past
I'm itchin' to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin' a steal
And God kno my temper
My
Instead I'm on that other level
But I took time to reach down
To help the black and brown
I never stood around
I hear em talkin' behind
My mind
In
stroke a nigga pacing
Her legs open to me, vacant
She all on me with that kiss kiss
Don’t do lovey dovey, no Chris Chris
But that pussy wetter than my
You (Remix)
[Andre 3000]
I said, "what time you get off?"
She said, "when you get me off"
I kinda laughed but it turned into a cough
that bright, she ain't always that white
Nope; gimme one girl, I mean one gram
I'll teach how to give a white girl a suntan
Put it in that pot, 'til it
Hey, Rossy
This beat slap harder than the real Chris Brown
My bars bite harder than COD hell hounds
Be respectful, call this song Special Ed
Cause I
do
Shit, to get that money
And God know my past
I'm itchin' to kill, gimme a reason I will
I'll end up grippin' a steal
And God kno my temper
My
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,
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