Lyrics:
and made 'em dance, Chris Brown, Michael Jackson
My heart goes out to Young Chop, in the industry they gon' blackball him
I sold hard with the gun cocked,
on a mission
Killing anybody on an RC beat
This easy
I can transform ya track gimme dat… chris breezy
When it all falls down, man'll run this town… no yeezy
Im
praying they declare At Rue Chris Steakhouse I want it seared
Ayy make sure you sear that steak nigga I don't fuck with spices I'm fucking with
ginger Yeah
talking Chris Brown when I say I’m gonna run it
Like a tracker sprinter dasher
Make you disappear like Casper
I’ma spit this shit right past ya
You might
my kitty in the middle and I leave 'em wantin' more, I like runnin' with the devil in his 4x4
So, gimme brown sugar lemme feed my soul
Gimme highway
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Brown, a Black man that changed his life for the right
And still, Black Twitter findin' ways to tear him down and bring him back in
A rapper catch
Gimme that Dunkie Butt and them big ol' legs, I ain't 2 hard 2 beg
Ain't no shame in this game, I'm gonna break it down and beg like Johnny
know she used to call me bubbling brown sugar back in the day. (Bitch)
When you gotta remix Patrice & send the kids "Try me nots" to help them
hundreds, ones fast now
I gave these bitches the know-how
But just took you down like I'm Chris Brown
Burn a nigga's pockets with that action
If you see my
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
Baby come and balance it up on me
Gimme time for real
I don wanna play games, no for real
Yeah it's what I came for here (real)
Baby thats your tags
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
dancing just like Chris brown
All of my oops can get beat down
I'm on the west side my niggas we whipping the range
Baby I'm stuck in my ways
Blowing these
stupid ass, run it back
That HBO shit, I must address that
Once and for all, what's my opinion on Jamie Foxx?
He pussy, plus he ain't funny as Chris
chris
Trapstar you can tell by my wrist
Glock 40 i ain’t using my fist
Lil bitch name sierra i ain’t talking mist
Fuck a uber i need me a lyft
My brothers
Ghetto Koolaid Jae banks
This the remix lets go uh
Boy I know you want it boy I know you wanna touch
Gotta couple things that'll make you wanna blush kitty
single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my
Tripple O caught widda hammer
Sun tan turn ya skin tone tanner
Chris brown Get like me David banner
Who
Jah bless no man can curse
I get vex my girl
better than you, I don't care
Violator, I brought Chris Lighty with me
I know he ain't seen a buzz this big since 50
I walk through the club let
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
break
Moans now the tone is ingrown
After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone
Before I get that fifi I met
Whisper I wanna reach your intellect
break
Moans now the tone is ingrown
After this here's thrown, gimme another microphone
Before I get that fifi I met
Whisper I wanna reach your intellect
Chris
(Brown)
Yeah I don't mean
Chris but
Way I hit the beat
Like a chip so crisp
An the way that I be
Spittin like a race
No drift
I'm a trouble fuckin
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