Lyrics:
killed us (Who)
Tryin' not to be political, it was ridiculed (Real)
'Member I was in the middle school, with a fit or two ('Member)
Mama had the boy by
Mama dug them up, one by one
She'd peel and she'd cut, let me tell you what
Hours in the kitchen made me a starch nut
Mashed and fried and scalloped
What have you seen? What have you been through?
Yo, likkleman you wanna stunt on who?
I know Chris Brown, Chris Brown don't know you
About gully-side,
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,
Little brown-skinned lady bout five feet tall, Big Mama
[Chorus]
Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table (you gave me unconditional love)
On on on , ya ya ya , ya ya mama eh ,oh oh oh Nino brown
Oh mama eh , oh na na na na na , eh eh eh
Chorus
Mama e took you 9 months oh , eh mama
to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was
to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was made
to Meeeexico
Called up my mama, said I'm in love with a stripper, yo
Ten grand, let me see you shake it like you got no
bones in your body and you was
Chris brown
Yea
What you thinkin
Let's head overseas
And fuck with all the Jamaicans
Move ya hips to the music
I know you feelin it
But when we head
the sound
JayRoc music flow with the pound
On top of the throne. I'm holding the crown
No bankrolls I can't fold it now
I'm Chris Brown mama look at me now
AND ONLY WILLIE BROWN
HEY PRETTY MAMA, YOU SURE LOOK FINE
CALL ME DOG BUT I AIN'T BLIND
SMOKE-HOUSE MAN IS BACK IN TOWN
CALL ME UP WHEN YOU LOVE COMES DOWN
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
back
Mama, they said I killed a man
Well, I guess I got the dagger back
It's the Roc bastards, we are back
In the heezy
Jigga Man, B Siegs
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
with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating
why she follow me
Sexy little mama would you whine on me
I know she don't want the money But she still chasing
Pretty brown skin girl and she all on me
Can't unlock her iPhone cause bitches is two face
I don't give two fucks neither
My dick's long as Chris Brown's album Deez nuts featured
Ho, we crush
Baby mama one turn from
Heart turned numb, graduated from Michigan State, then she turnt
Dumb baby mama two turnt up, young dumb slut
Ain't help when
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
the yard like Chris Brown boy you know my diamonds crumpin'
Ima man of my word
Ima get with ya girl
Ima give her the world
Sike I'm wellin' like pearl
I
N***a, on mamas, yeah i'm coming with a new sound
Shh lil n***a pipe down
She want me to put the pipe down
BUT-shh, no n***a not right now
Brandy, Chris
talking Chris Brown
Just like I'm breezy, I'm talking Chris Brown
I'm on my grind, I'm coming up, ain't wasting no time, I've done enough
Rolling this
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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