Lyrics:
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
plan on comin' with me baby run it (Yeah)
Run it up like Chris Brown
Out at Benny with the wrist now
Show me how you move
Then I roll her on top baby
many flows don't know what to pick now
I got bitches on my dick
Flow hit like Chris brown
Yuh all these bitches sick
But then I come around
Yuh party's
speaking
You never felt the heat til you been in the kitchen
Walking around heartless like your soul is missing
I guess them niggas in the hood Neva got
told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting and terrified of a plant"
Blink Twice if you are being held hostage
I speak and spell of a sleeper
You can get it Right noooow
Talkin all freaky when I see you
You better be ready
You can get it Right noooow
In the kitchen by the stove just like
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
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 to her
ladies, Brown Louboutin
Condom on 'fo I go to work, that's my uniform
Nigga I used to eat mayonnaise sandwiches
By candle lit, and that's 'cause
with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating
protection by the bed
There's a child with a gun tired and on the run
Black brown blue what does it matter?
And there's 15 more down on every corner
the pussy in a cemetery
Cooking in the kitchen, finna dirty up the pots and pans
Put you in the trash, have you waiting for the garbage man
Enthused by
on niggas
Swooping up bitches
Chemist in kitchens
Nigga say he active
Put him on Ridellan
It's a whole lot of people that depend on me
I keep the peace by my
What have you seen? What have you been through?
Yo, likkleman you wanna stunt on who?
I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you
About gully-side,
got game like the Espys
Chocolate brown skin bet that thing on Nestle
Find me in my black skin cops tryna arrest me
In that pussy feelin claustrophobic
yeah
I'm about to go Chris Brown uh
Saw your girlfriend cooking in the kitchen
Saw she needed help yeah so I tried to pitch in
Next thing you know yeah I
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
I ain't know no better, I ain't learned it yet
Swervin' in my jet Chris, Dior sweater
I ain't learned it yet, I ain't know no better
Swervin' in my
Just in case you forgot
We go by The Runners (hold up)
Chris Brown
This what we do
We do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money
love with the plug now she making sells
She make the trap do numbers and we breaking records
She in the kitchen with the Pyrex and she got the scales
fucking?
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
I lost my cat
My book of clairovyance
Tells of a prophecy
That a bitch named Chris
Will catch my cat
And cook him in
Jenny Craig with them pounds (get 'em off)
Diamonds dance like Chris Brown (Chris Breezy)
Look at my water, don't drown (Fiji)
Neck wet like baptized
Bentley said to Craig "Let him have it Chris"
They still don`t know today just what he meant by this
Craig fired the pistol, but was too young
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