Lyrics:
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
the desert?
Wild, wild west hurt to the dirt
Anti-immigration against brown skin
Sounds like Brownshirts
Silenced by so called legal violence
Somebody had
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
You want sexy
I give you sexy
Heh-he
It's brick and lace and Jurassic 5
And I like that
Mercy yeah!
Mercy yeah!
There's Brown Girl in
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
This is what you want, I'mma put it like this; lay it down to the Aug, Trey and Chris remix
[Hook:]
Say you luv it (ay), you luv it girl (ay)
You
in
Yo Tiga-Z
Yo man wake up
J-Snow
My old friend
The fuck you want Hash Browns
You replaced me
Left me to die by Tiga-Z's hand
Look man it was time
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
know me oga
Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later oga
Do I
even know me oga
Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later
Do I
one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow
There's Chris
Who gave me
Something tells Rick he's a fool
To let girls treat me so cruel
But never-the-less, Rick said "You got me waiting"
Sitting in my car, waiting for
down like James Brown
Or Chucky Brown or Troy Brown, I could make me another movie
In the jacuzzi and blast like a uzi, nigga I get free in the movies
a piece of my bank
Back it up, back it up, bust it open, wide open, baby girl
Let me see what you're workin' with
Me and T, some pimp shit, this is
told her, girl, I just got off my 9 to 5
I think she want me to stop by
I think that she want some dick up in her night
Smoke one , I don't want no drama
to the brown skin ladies
MosBrown skin lady
TalibYo, indigineous women of the planet Earth
MosWhat you doin?
TalibGivin birth to the brown skin ladies first
Yo, it is an honor
To introduce the future of R&B
His name, is chris brown, uh
And uh, you know what this is
Yeah
Another B. Cox joint, uh
Yo, it is an honor
To introduce the future of R&B
His name, is chris brown, uh
And uh, you know what this is
Yeah
Another B. Cox joint, uh
Yeah
Here go another one
As of yesterday
I left it up to fate
Something told me to
But I'm here today
To tell you girl
I fuck witchu (you)
Damn I
Get money on em
Get money on em
Broke Nigga what a loser and a dummy
Lummy
Could of been in Hollywood how I act funny on em
09 Chris brown how I run
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
We had the first family, see and Mr. Chris Brown
My niggas DJ and Leroy was puttin' shit down
My DJ burns vocals, Ski-Daddy and Big Midge
J.B.
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