Lyrics:
that youre looking for a dude like me
When you smell what I'm cookin'
[Chris Brown]
I came to have some fun
I'll be on the dancefloor whenever you done
for him
He'll try to bite they arm
Chris Brown
If you gonna fight your girl, Rihanna
Here's a syringe with tranquilizer
Dope her up good, and she'll
by year
It seems to stand and wait
And here am I beneath the tree
For I am waiting too
And oh my love
I will always wait for you
arcade
Song of the shepherd's dog
The waiter and the check or
The rooster on a rooftop waiting for day
And you know what he's gonna say
Wolves
the crib, in the streets
She reps for L-B-Dub ENT
She a nice size wit' the pretty brown bright eyes
I'm a winner wit' the right prize
I'ma give it
Caroline I miss your arms
around my shoulders
Your brown skin, brown hair
Waves crashin in the back
and all, all the girls
that pass me by
We lock
Sitting and waiting for about to biggy these
I stack by the Crackerjacks just through delieve
Stress it's a mess I decided to work
But it's hard to work
[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
if you ask me (yeah)
You're a pretty broad in the top three
Of things that I've been waiting to come, so
Meet me by the lake around ten and skinny
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
his time, for the heat to cool off
When he was gonna make his break
At the crack of dawn, in the early morn
John Brown made his break
But the Sheriff
a line of chicks waiting for their chance
So come on now honey, I'll make you feel pretty
These other gals mean nothing to me
Let's finish these
a line of chicks waiting for their chance
So come on now honey, I'll make you feel pretty
These other gals mean nothing to me
Let's finish these
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
Who's been waiting round for ever for his mother fuckin' day to come
Mr drug dealer
What an environment to raise a kid
Round crack dealers,
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
Waiting by the phone, heavy as stone
Maybe that’s naive
There’s no snow here
Haven’t felt this cold in years
An icicle drips from my eyelids
We continue
covenance sodomised by presumption
Crooked traitor past revealed at last
Godzone
Godzone (Jacob's Ladder)
Godzone
Godzone
this entails explosive
a messiah
I was mute and numb
She's standing near a chapel
Waiting for the sun
I have another mile ahead
Under this killing sun
I'm walking by instinct
flutenör
Don't be afraid
You're not alone
There's a full octave of asses
Waiting in line to be puffed from behind
Hey brown hole knights
The trumpets
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
But if you single and you down, then
I'm in your town fiendin' for another round
I was countin down the days
Been more patient than a Browns fan
a little nigga by the name of Chris
Nobody paid him any mind, no one gave a shit (ahh)
Knowing he could rap, no one lent a hand
So he went about his
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
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