Lyrics:
prolly say that I'm trippin'
Throw the left hand, you duck that one
This right bitch won't miss you
Beat a bitch like Chris Brown, go back to jail, no
really tryna fuss or fight
You got my love
Turned up to the max (Max)
I just want this love to last
Yea
You so sexy
You got me ready (Ready)
You so young
To love you anymore,
My world just seemed to stop,
While I stood there so close to you,
They changed your name from Brown to Jones,
And mine from Brown
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
on keepin' her around, So I put some rings on her (Yeah)
The way I take her down, Chris Brown ain't got nun on me
Love like this don't come around often, I
clear and cloud
Brown baby brown baby
As years roll by i want you to walk
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
hit her
"Well if you ain't love her why'd you go back to bed with her?"
But I didn't, now the hon badgering
I don't know, maybe it's me, maybe I
Maljhai!
I say it do it, then I done it
I'm so true, I'm so one hunnit
Chris brown how I run it, Michael Dickson how I punt it
If you love me give me
you my darling
I love you with all my heart
Tomorrow we might have been married
But ramblin' has kept us apart
Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes
you my darling
I love you with all my heart
Tomorrow we might have been married
But ramblin' has kept us apart
Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes
Dont do your supply, ima always smoke bud
Laid back nigga, the honeys show me love
When it come to you niggas
I don't fuckin trust
Keep at a distance til
is fuck you and love you, I know it
Brown sugar, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I lick you like brown sugar, make me right
Brown sugar,
[Verse 1 - Lil Shade]
Click click boom, Shade and Chris is gonna hit the room
Just listen as you hear my bloods yell Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
Niggas got me on my Brooklyn shit
Aye, what I told 'em? I said
Being hot get you the MVP
Stayin' hot get you the Hall Of Fame
It's Loso (Brooklyn
a shawty with some brown skin
I need me a girl to throw it down in
She love the way I do it
Love my sound, yeah
And I love the way you move it all around
tell you we paid more
You love a good hand whenever the card dealt
But what love got to do with it when you don't love yourself?
I do what I wanna
I’m that brown boy from Africa I don’t know why I landed in africa But I’m proud to be an African I gat dreams gigantical You can call me master you
Hamburger Helper
Nigga you want to take us like desert sketch, I leave you scared
Nigga I got a partna by the name of Chris, that's Redd
People say I got
This one is for you, you, Yeah you too
All the pretty brown girls
Worldwide
Ugnnn
Girl you so fine I wish you had twin
I just love chick with some
I'll love you like I never did before
And then I would love you more
Never ever let you go
[Johnta Austin (Chris Brown)
I swear that if I had it to do
you want you some beef better go out to Ruth Chris
she ate the dick up just like it's some Ruth Chris
I knew the head was insane But when she drop
thang
I don't gang-bang but I bang-bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main
Brown
Boogie has picked
It's just a band, scroobius Pip
Hope nobody'll wanna sue me for this
Chris Brown already had too many hit's
How many people can I humanly
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