Lyrics:
respect bitch you dub I stand on a hunnit you ain’t Chris brown you ain’t never gon run it if I want it right now imma get it stop fronting if the dick too
[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
stop
Come alive y'all gimme what you 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
a'caramel wit' that Coco Ice
She even got a big sistah by the name of Chocl8 Tah
Brown Shuga babe
I gets high of yo' love, don't know howta behave
I said I
you Chris
You know I like it when your body goes bump, bump, bump
I like this right here (let's go)
I like the way y'all ladies doing that thing
Come on, gimme a verse
Kevin, you make a mistake you gotta
Start all the way over leave that in there
I like this fuckin guy
man"
"Gimme a pound thank you man"
I'm as bad bad as Leroy Brown Brown
Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun
If you got beef beef then you'll get
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
Feel like I'm Chris Brown by the way she wobble down on me
Ay
Now I bet they know what I'm about, ay
First it was a drought, pussy wet, Katrina, now I'm
Now, Chris Rock, where you at?
I heard you say some shit about some blacks,
Nigga, this been your ass back.
Come see the real deal.
Stay in
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
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
you by the hand?
What's the matter with you
My lovely brown eyed man?
How come I can feel you shaking?
They want me bad, now bad I'll be
They
nigga you retarded
With my hands on Chris Brown
She a big batty hatari
I got six hoes tu pale
I don't do Splinter, I don't do rats
Blow me like
That's right, papa, that's right
How we do, yeah, I'll na na
Uh huh, uh, come on
What up pop, brace yourself as I ride on top
Close your eyes
to sleep
So, lay down bitch
Gimme all that you dreamed for
Gimme fancy cars, gimme bling, bling, bling
Boi it don't mean a thing, boi, for
Me that ain't gon'
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
sexist
But all I want baby is your grits for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
And gimme a plate of that pussy on the side
Triple x
mags longer than vines
Came in this bitch with the stick
Chris Dior my kicks
Try to swipe my cheese he swiss
Ice on the boy it glis'
Shorty gimme top
love ououhohohhhh (Gimme gimme gimme gimme african)
African, that african
Gimme gimme gimme that african
(Take me home)
African African
(Gimme african
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you
Finally
Finally
Finally
Finally
Finally
Finally
Finally
Finally
I get hi and ride
Just one wish. You by my side
How bout a flight thats not Dubai?
My
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