Lyrics:
Chris brown gold dancing
Rockstar like Manson
Watch out
One shot
Blockow
I’m on
Top now
And that hoe
Tapped out
Im fire
Zuko
Kick shit
Judo
Zooming
You
cross like walking on 2 piers
Hi, you have a nice DP
Chahiye kya DP from me and my Inner demon
Dekh look, If you think I'm sick, turn your face, mud
Uncle
but never subtract
Leave hope inside of my will
Hope to have a brown folk one day on a U.S. dollar bill
Huh
I ain't done yet
Alchemy
Turning my people
If somethin' happens in my life it's front-page news
It's from the heart for all my day ones, not my day twos
It's by my demons and angels, yeah
and girls, y'all remember those days, and shit
Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret
Next looking like baby powder, you know what I mean?
‘Think I’m running out of patience
Uh
For you baby, myself took a couple “L’s” or two would you baby
Truly, I ain’t feel myself lately
Baby, let me speak
Damn, tell me what I gotta do
To prove to you that I need you
Now I may not run it like Chris Brown
Or see you in mirrors like J.T
I ain't invent
the bottom two, let my wisdom work it out
Big on the underground, can't knock me down
Vicki Leekx bitches, back by dope demand
I sleep on my talent and I
workin' outside shifts
Niggas get melt with drive-by clips
You'll never gon' work them Muay Thai kicks
Yeah, bounce that bitch
Pussy smells like fish
H
the next day at 9:00
That kid'll be working for me bright and early
Waxin for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin dick for me
What did you dream, what did you
me a chance
I did all this shit by myself I ain't open my hands
Brodie what would you do if I gave you some bands
The pack on the road I can't wait
the sand
I got like 3 of those
We could fuck around, just keep it on the d-low
Melrose shoppin'
Sun settin'
Pretty brown skin next to me
A perfect setting
that shit never got found
They really can't spit but they're IG lit
Hmm that shit never got clowned
Two pure joints that shit never was brown
Ever since
to repeat it three times
But Guess who dies (next ?)
Chris cause he got shot to the ( head)
don’t act tough cause you’ll end up (dead)
never seems you was
Chris Brown
Popping on the scene
All eyes on me
Throw a stack at the bar
And say it's all on me
Because all I really need
Is a pint of Hennessy and
I'mma
just a wastin' time
D
You are like a rainbow spread against a blue sky
G D
sunrise is your next of kin
D
I am like
subliminals
Twin towers us two we some strong individuals
But loving you is like blowing us up that shit be criminal
Fuck it move your body let me grab that
With a kiss
two walked through the threshold
How could anyone know?
Everything would change
Once inside
Surrounded by the tribe
How could she say
next Friday 'cause I got another show
Some people stop living long before they die
Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
But I keep living just
The Butterfly, that's old
Let me see the Tootsee Roll
Yeah, 1994
69 Boys backed up by the door next to the DJ
(chorus 1)
Cotton candy sweet
)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I I love you-you-you you)
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
better go head and go get them
It's young blaze and venom ain't no body fucking with em
Cause we two phsycopaths that's build with rage
Like Chris Benoit
political agenda
Ain't got no message for the youth of America
'cept "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw"
and come see me next Friday cause I got
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