Lyrics:
sleeping even when I'm dreaming
It's like Ghostbusters gettin' blown
By ghosts and demons
Can't believe it that deceiving I
Know I am the shit
If I ain't
the power, with my grannies
Lord knows I was stressed by my goal
And my role in the game, but then it hit
That I'll only miss if I never shoot again
Makes no
A love story a Love Story
Yes a Love Story that's what it is
You know Chris you're funny
Back when I was in eighth grade I didn't have a clue
Well we
like a black grizzly in that black fur
And the feds will never get me
Like a backwards
Password
Black spur
Go some like Pacmancats first
Vanilla
And worse - This shame
Before your family's shrine
[CHIRS]
This girl is mine
[THUY]
Yours?
[CHRIS]
Now
[THUY]
What!
[TOGETHER]
Who are you?
[KIM]
risks that’s every day cause every day the feds onto me (Why)
Counting racks and she hit me up I said right now bitch don’t bother me (Nah)
You see them
The only road I see is by your side
And know I really could be that guy
I know we stay up real late sometimes
I know we rush things
We should wait sometimes
that PayPal
I'm in this bitch now
Pull up and hop out the whip and I lay down
Your boy a bitch now slapped him so
Hard got me feeling like Chris Brown
Tryna level up
Shit like moving mountain
Mouths to feed
And if one don't get fed
Then I'm taking y 'all's
Free Chris never be a brown
My cash wall to wall
a Clown Charlie Brown
Huh?
More Hardy Matt
How?
Swanton bomb
In that kitty cat
Wow
Tell me what you want and imma give You that
Said imma give you that
Fuck
love with it quick
Started writing' some really bad rhymes
That I thought were really, really clever with my friends
Quincy Brown, Scott Brown, AJ
that Fed Up
I changed the damn game, so I deserve me a fair play
So put some respect on my damn name (fair)
Now Wendy Williams mad with me? But I
is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit
He's just so kiss-a-licious
And now my every wish is (oohh)
To kiss him up from head to toe now
Wrap him up to go now
Kiss-a-licious brown-eyed boy
to me
Now I'm gon' fuck this bitch up instrumentally
Huh, murder he wrote
Bobby Brown, I bring the dope
Huh, ayy, on my dick, that's what you choke
Same
to the shredded foreskin
Red is torn and they're only bein' fed a portion
Bed sores in sore shins
Pregnant whores can get abortions
Fetish for stickin' metal
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
kickin’ me out
But you shouldn’t have a hard time pickin’ me out,
In the crowd,
Even my medicine’s sick of me now
Hey Chris Brown! Look at me now
I’m tryna
happier when you’re healthy (Ugh)
I don’t chitchat
(Nah) , them things come gift-wrapped (yeah)
Choppers that don’t make noise
With no kickback
Right there
that tattletale
By the time you dress me out, I'ma be in that Maybach
I smoke that cookie dough, I drink that Actavis
My life a video, I'mma let you
with precision
Nigga, your hoe chose Hov', that's rapid division
Now divide yourself and slide
I, young Vito, voice of the young people
Mouthpiece
stop to go a top
They be like Damn he flipped
Now I'm sick, and fed up wit that bullshit
I got that lyrical front tip
When you sell out to appeal
to smoke it up, say what you say I don't give a fuck
Still on my grind, ain't wasting no time, unless you is fine, now that is the bottom line
I knew this
whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here
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