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mean it when I say that bruh
We gotta turn the fuck up right now
Turn the fuck up
I know you miss me
You missed odrizzy
Yeah, bitch, I'm about to go
Fuck

really care that you claim you can spell
I just really wanna bring this point in well
It's the 'not all men' types, Chris Brown hypes
Don't wash their ass

Yeah, uhhh
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
D. Steele on 'em, yeah
You see, it's bad enough that God's people are divided by man because of race
They're trying

that nigga, he can deal with it
Yo daddy was a bitch, I was raised by a real nigga
Put her on a red line, pour purple or some red lines
Some hooper

it quits
I walked away, and now life is grey
This ain't the way shit was supposed to play
I tried to press pause, but I'm way too involved
I put down

Chris brown 
Aye aye 
If it's smoke then 
Them soldiers they inbound 
Aye ayeeee

Yea Fuck nigga yk how I'm coming 
Fresh asf bitch yk ain't bumming 
If

Cuz they ain't ever seen the son but I ain't new to this
Dude he spit? What? Shit I'm used to it!
(Interlude)
Why you looking at me? Brown boi spit like

I gave him a dirt nap
They said they gon' spin on black, know where I stay they ain't do it yet
Arp with a 60 ball, switch with a Chris vect
And we

Fuckin' that bitch
Slimin' that bitch
All I want is peace
Break that bitch to pieces
Beat a bitch up Chris Brown
I got money gettin' down
The glock

With love on her brain

They not fucking with me
Only young nigga
That glide on the beat
Chris Brown
Got her in heat
This the blueprint
Design and repeat

funny
Ain’t it funny (a-ha a-ha)
Ain’t it funny
Ain’t it funny
Don’t you really think it’s funny
You lookin’ like Chris Brown
Like ‘Look at Me Now’
You

niggas we done it
My neck be flooded
12 on me, I'm gunnin
We dumping them 7 6 2's
Like Chris you better run it
Came up from the block
I ain't pushing no

Freestyle (June 27)

Big Moe

City of Syrup

2000

rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them

feeling like Chris
Off of the brown
Off of the crown
Off of the drank
I just wanna think
I got my mind on the bank
And it never go blank
I got my foot

missed it
Yelling Danger
I'm from he south but I ain't Mystik'
Put my foot on they throat till they choke
And turn blue like that mystic
I mean mystique
I

couldn't help myself
I took a shot almost burned myself
But we made it clique and it went bang
Thats when you know it ain't bout myself
So they thinking that

We'll Be Alright

Insane Clown Posse

The Calm

2005

ain't healthy, can't help me
I ain't wealthy, look what they dealt me

Straight straggler, brown bagger
Juggalo gang bang can't tag her

And its

coke cigarettes too
That type shit you ain't admittin'"
Because, homegirl, I grew out of it, you didn't
Anyway, dead outta order
Came in with

that store, and we gon' cop shit
Said I got so much music, I ain't drop yet
I got so much motion, I can't stop it
You ain't have real love, you out

to the pyramids
Cause a nigga built too different
Built this shit brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris

them bands in my pockets
You ain't seen a hunnid bands yet, but watch this
You ain't know I got bands for real (oh)
Baby, if I, I (yeah, yeah, yeah,

And he says that's nothing
Turn nothing into something
Calls me up to sing like Chris brown too
Run it, Run it
I gotta give props to Saint
You went hard

made it on A List
Casue from Wall To Wall
We got it Poppin' right now
Its a hundred girls, tryna get DOWN DOWN DOWN

[Chris Brown]
Baby girl, gotta tell

Yeah
Yeah, yeah
(It's Van)
Yeah
Yeah, what we doing that's the catch and score (Shooting shit)
See us by the way that we up the pole (Bow bow)