Lyrics:
Aye
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris Brown the way that I run it
Chris
by your house
Though I know you're not home
But I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your sunglasses on,
like condensation, water
I'm a mixture between Chris Brown
And Chris Jericho, where's your daughter?
I'm more than y'all can handle
At the Grammy's
the things that you used to do...
Momma I dedicate this one to you
Sing with the song of Chris Brown, Mama lyrics!
[Chorus]
It's straight from
The same ones my nigga
Bounce
Me and Pusha T fuckin' the same hoes
Me and TIP, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Chris Brown, we fuck the same hoes
girls on my jock and gettin' them (oh)
She was the one to slow me down, hold me down
I roll wit' her now, go wit' it now
I'ma grow wit' it now, I
go a whizzing by,
Fare thee well Laramie and Rocky Mountain High,
Yes sirree, here we are, going all the way, mustn't quit 'til we hit California.
of the year
When leaves turn to gold and brown
But soon fall is ending
Winter is near and the leaves
Start tumblin' down
Why must the moments go by in such
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
(Dolly Parton)
Thumbing for a ride by the edge of the road
With a brown paper bag to hold my clothes
But tonight I'm going home where I belong
If
Bye-bye, sweet miss.
Give me one kiss,
And then I'll go.
Bye-bye, sweet miss.
Give me one kiss,
Don't let it show.
Then turn your brown eyes
the people say,
Where you rap and you call and you pay for all, and go home by the break of
day."
"If I rap and I call and I pay for all, my money is all my
I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
I'm headed down a highway, got a suitcase by my side
Blue skies hangin' over my head; I got five hundred miles to ride
I'm goin' down to Memphis
Bring me back to an hour ago
Time stands still as the years go by
Brown-eyed girl that's throwing down a bottle of Old English
Back in the warehouse
Right now we both know
We're Marina Del Ray
Planes gonna fly away
And you'll be on it
And by this time tomorrow
I'll be singing yesterday
being black
But unfortunately, the lighter you are, the less money you get
The following niggas
Drake
Chris Brown
Vic Mensa
Chance the Rapper
T.I
Blind man wavin' by the side of the road
I'm in a flat bed Ford carrying a heavy load
With a sweet thing sippin' on a blueberry wine
On a flat
WY Records
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Presenta
Chris Brown
(Yeah yeah, yeah)
T-Pain
W Yandel
¡Ta!
There's something about you that I like
Something
Red lip stick, rose petals, heart break
I was his Marilyn Monroe
Brown eyes, tuxedo, fast cars
A James Dean on the low, Dean on the low
I ask
Gone away is the bluebird
Here to stay is a new bird
He sings a love song
As we go along
Walking in a winter wonderland
In the meadow we
the deuces like deuces
I'm on to something new like Chris Brown (new like Chris Brown)
I can smile, I'm just choosin' to frown
Come 'round tryna clown,
[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
watchin' (lady watchin') as I'm glidin' by (glidin' by)
And the place is jumpin, that I can't deny (no, no, no)
Ooh I can't wait to go in, throw my glass
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