Lyrics:
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
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,
Give em' astigmatism, lift the stick up
I'm really with it, I'll really hit yo bitch and give her inches
You niggas bitchin', you wasn't with the bidness
to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that
to breathe
I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve
Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that
mother fucker)
Wait wait wait
(Breezy)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Girl I wanna make ya sing like opera
Gotta cold headed dose I'm your doctor
Pink house like
Jesus, lift Jesus, lift Jesus
He who lives in love shall reign with Him
So I nah call on another King
Sometimes you step inna di streets
And yuh ask some
choosing
I just wanna lay you down
Hear yo voice my body go wild
Chris brown come take me down
No time to waste let's do it right now
Entertaining crums had
sellin' nickel bags
Elementary mathematics, nigga can you add?
Multiply, divide it and go re-up for at least a half
Smokers get the [?], man where
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
I'ma
I'ma brown skin boy
I'ma, I'ma
I'ma brown skin boy
I'ma, I'ma
I'ma brown skin boy
I'ma, I'ma
My skin showing everything that you wanna be
You wanna
I lift it up, I lift it up, lift it up so you can see
I lift it up, I lift it up, lift it up from inside of me
I lift it up, I lift it up, lift it
lately I’ve been uncertain
I keep on searching, it ain’t working
So won’t you
Lift me up
Just enough to get by when the going gets tough
When my grand
What's broken you don't try to fix
'Round here, there ain't no whys and ifs
You don't pick up what you can't lift
I raise my hands up to the sky
Christmas time
And we're just so perfect, so right
I know my love for you
Could light up the night
Merry chri'
Merry chri'
Merry christmas
We don't need
We
Your will be done
I walk by faith and not by sight
It's by your Spirit not by might
Lift up your heads
Oh you gates
And the King of Glory will come in
coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and
Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we
coming up, finne pop up on the scene, and
Just got some drank from that boy with that Bird
And you know we just hooked up on some syrup
Now you know we
& low
brown sugar tan
i'm the man
chillin in the sand
schemin up a blueprint to get them blue strips in my hand
passing out cd's
just for them to throw
hallelujah
Lord we bless you we praise you Jesus
Come on lets sing I was made to praise
I was made to Praise Praise Praise your name
I was made to lift you up
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
without it
Anything you need just let me know you know I
Got it, ohh
And this love is filled with highs and lows
And those pretty brown eyes I fell in love
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
like Chris Brown
Smack a bitch in the mouth like Chris Brown
When I'm done with a bitch I piss brown
(Woo) you heard-a 9
11? That was me
That Columbine
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