Lyrics:
Chris Brown, throw hands like Rocky
Brown house kick, bitch can't stop me
Bob and weave, slide like hockey
Punch like bean, bitch, got me
Fuck a dog, I'ma
Kiss
Written by: Krys K
Get ya lips ready
Pucker up baby
Right here on this brown round
That's the spot where it's going down
She could neva be me
ride(let's ride)
I'll be there about five(oouu)
Trying to ball like and one
Chris brown diamonds baby so they dancing
Turned my apartment to a f***** mansion
squares, ain't around
Young Joc, it’s goin’ down
Kill yo stompin, Chris Brown
Ran it up in my town
Then they ran off with my sound
Exavis where you at?
I
with your makeup on, curly hair all down
Ridin' through the town, blastin' OG Chris Brown
To your room, take your makeup off, curly hair, bun crown
around
Know this round house it'll knock them down
All my people turn to Chris Brown when he fall down
How we stomp the ground
Want the gold like
Devil's kitchen lake
Is the deepest lake in all Illinois
And one year on spring break
A friend of mine, a nice jewish boy
Came to visit me there
I
Performing in front of the fans, they had their hands waving
This is all I ever wanted, this is all I'm craving
Me and my boy Chris shot the game
Two
said I know my rider, If I see her in the dark
Now, I goin' to Rosedale, Take my rider by my side
Still barrelhouse, If it's on the riverside, yeah
had to mash it on them RPMs
Know I pull up by 9 pm
Finna wreck it in is Ralph, shut the internet down
Take it down, wit me no Chris brown
Jordan peele,
Walking in with the fro fresh and fluff
Got that arch round thick let em look but never touch
With dark brown tint with the melanin and such
Got them
everybody, people tell me put the shoe in it
Spin the block like rotisserie, can't nobody get to me
The battle will be over in a few minutes
Get judged by son
In the kitchen
Got the pots and pans jumping
Got em stewing
I head some rumblings
These niggas aint bout no rumbling
Eat a nigga like some ramen then
Put that in my comic
Swerving through the cosmic
I've been going crazy Chris Brown perfect timing
Indiana vibing
Flying to the islands
Insta I won't
I'll be on in a minute
I be all in kitchen steady whippin' random shit up
You can tell just by her lip that I just
Nutted off in the bitch drank, she
cell all I see is choppers and sticks
I been way up in that kitchen but been way out the mix
If I can't do it now how could I do it later
Focused
love for me don’t feel the same you Must be trippin
And my Whole team on a hinnid
Nigga I ain Chris Brown But the bag better run it
Never giving up on my
to me said her name is Judy
I fuck with Chris Brown but I wanna fuck on Karrueche
I can't fuck with her no more 'cause she got all them mood swings
gunning that
They wanna no who bumping that
Hot wire a car we jumping that
I don't give a fuck about none of that
Been around since Chris Brown was running
days cause
I know they ain't shooting
The only shots these niggas tryna
Send is through some music
Chris Brown will these pills
Yeah I abuse them
Don't
Got the bowl cuz you know that it is always made in China
The bowl from the kitchen and I put with the rice
The rice from the cooker and now we're up
'ready to go'
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
Freaking in the kitchen
'ready to go'
Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
Freaking in the kitchen
Anyone get in my way
Nothin' to say, I tote 'em choppas like pool sticks
I wear pajamas to Ruth's Chris
Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks
I'm comin'
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