Lyrics:
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
transform that to a half a man, Afghanistan
You wouldn't understand how I'm really living
I had it bad when I went to prison
Chris Brown diamonds won't
ya thot cause I'm worth about a milli now
Niggas think 'cause we dancin' 'round, niggas won't get shot
That's Bobby Shmurda, not Bobby Brown, known
some acid
Talk to our eyelids and shit
(Just kidding man, stick to the herb)
(He said Chris Brown but I don't know why)
So now we live and learn
Brown Eyes, you're beautiful and you're all mine
I want you like you want me - all the time
Don't say that you don't want me, don't make me run away
Always had a thing for the fast car
Hit the gas, do the dash like nascar
Started in back, now I passed y'all
And my bitch brown bad, like kash doll
It's the end of the night.
You're at the end of the bar
You're both drunk and lonely
And you get in her car.
She fed you some wine
And a little
in my arm not even done
Got Chris on this track blowing up netherrack boom the 911 attacks
Pentagon open plain 220 stories all four destroyed by
to her ankles
I got mysterious pasts that I just can't flush You like a bolt of lightning, had to motherfucking
Struck Now we ain't talking much, but I
let that blue flag hang
So watch Scoob do it, I'mma let the brown rag swang
Middle deuce to it, boy that's just a five six thang
Now SWHOOP! WHOOP!
Remember that? That's why we have to sit down
And speak about the black and the brown
Now I didn't come here to point no fingers
I know over the years
her she's pregnant
And they're the closest of bredrins
So she didn't stunt to tell her, I think that it's an error
You ain't a mum for a day, you're
ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about five(oouu)
Trying to ball like and one
Chris brown diamonds baby so they dancing
Turned my apartment to a f***** mansion
Yo this Chris Rock
I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose
That's how we do it
That's all we do
Belaire Rose!
And now we've come to that time
Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah)
The Butcher comin', nigga
Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
now
We want to see our sons and daughter live
Guess we trippin now
That’s why you beat us down
Keep your foot On our necks
Hold our mouths
Til
you're telling me
By two eleven I fell into my mentality
Id I can't tell you that you're bell then why you belling me ah
getting ahead of me ah because
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being
and ball out
Cross up the plug, thinkin' that I'm Chris Paul now
Them niggas, broke, they been ridin' on scooters
Niggas be bitch, they be Instagram shooters
me now, unh!
Cook with me now, unh! Unh!
Fresher than a muh'fucka
Chris Brown broke up with Rihanna
So he’s lookin’ for another silly idiotic
Ho that
I’m with my crew flight overdue buts that’s nothing new
Say less
Send the motive by text link up connect dash from the Feds
Watch your celly cause
I know I messed up baby
And I know you're fed up sugar
Tell me when will I see you smile again
Cause I know I messed up baby
And I know you're fed up
outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by alarms
When it's cold outdo's come in I heat ya
You ain't gotta walk in the sun, I A.C. ya
Don't worry 'bout that burglar comin' to creep ya
He trapped by
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