Lyrics:
that I got soaked by
Now you can come closer, you can get warm but you get no pie
But you can sell it for 'em so here's you bow tie
Now get ready
been feeling it the whole night
Feel good for the moment
I'm just hoping that it go right
Said you love a thrill
So I guess we got to hold tight
Soul
Turn the voice up a tad bit Chad
Let's make it perfect
Fate
Blinded by the dollars that we chase
Niggas cool with being good, I rather great
When
a fan should
Gucci flips fuckin on his bitch good off the shits
Got me on swerve on angles take no losses bitch
The real O free Chris couple niggas that
[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
over
I call her, but oh hold up
Y'all know what? ignore button
Or the phone die, lets hope for it
That Damier bag I bought her
Caught the attention
over
I call her, but oh hold up
Y'all know what? ignore button
Or the phone die, lets hope for it
That Damier bag I bought her
Caught the attention
good kids with no guidance
We was just riding out to our conscience
Bugg stayed down and so did Connor
I need rent paid in these next days
Got a lot
person
But i'm for the people
By any means
I see us all equals
I got a sheeva
I'm a King Ezekiel
Wanna see the truth
I'll make em firm believers
Look
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
everything
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
I'm coming
Most of y'all bumming
I move through the work 'cause I make it like nothing
I'm coming for everything
In this Ruth Chris, truth is I'm ruthless
Forty in the-forty in the trunk gone in twenty minutes
That's 80K for the ticket
Everybody-everybody
more tickets from me
The winner gets her for free
[CHRIS]
The meat is cheap in Saigon
I used to love getting stoned, waking up with some whore
I don't
it all away for my dead homies
Going hard to the end till my last breath
I gotta give it everything till there’s nothing left
I’m my mommas only son
Don't ask me for money. You've got nothing, honey
You've got nothing on me. I've got nothing but bloody running
I will run away into another state. I
good, I'm good
Ayy, man, I see you with your little girl
She- she looks okay
Alright, y'all good, man, alright!
Ayy, your feature don't start
For another
time go by
I won't front, I almost sunk
The sharks in the sea were trying to eat me for lunch
What I seen in you I seen in myself
I knew I couldn't fix
Yeah-yeah
What up, Gabe? What up, Hunter?
The Culdesac Club (yeah)
The Culdesac Club (yeah)
It feels good to be back
Woo
Feels good to be back (yeah)
line
Are you for me or are you wasting, wasting, wasting, wasting my time
Never give my two cents unless a bitch is a dime
Blow bag at Ruth Chris, get
[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
Verse 1: Chuck D
All I want to do is get paid back
For all that time I spent in the back
Livin' in shacks, fillin' up sacks of cotton
Now it's
All I want to do is get paid back
For all that time I spent in the back
Livin' in shacks fillin' up sacks of cotton
Now it's what we fought
Chris
How are you doing there, John?
John
I got the hots for Yvonne
We should get drunk and get laid
Since the end is so near
Chris
I tell you, buddy,
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