Lyrics:
you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
What's the problem shorty?
Yeah what up man
I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man
I'm tryin
They said Rojo it's all on you
I said roger that copy dat
Niggas
Imitators copycats
My mind
Like a cave full of bats
Feel like Chris Brown
Give me
And a couple of months
Yeah, the road was Bobby Brown
It had a couple of bumps (yeah)
They be showin' me love
Minus a couple of chumps
In my best Chris
Braveheart general since oh-fo'
Got the belt to show, certified classic
Oh-six, Chris Brown was blastin
cnd no way they wanna hire assassins
They still
on me
Tryna ball on me, call the laws on me
Why
Cause I was beatin' his bitch cheeks
Hey, hey, this was no motherfuckin' dream
Chris Brown, wall to wall,
on the streets without no fucking phone
And donald don't you think that you slick
N word on his fucking hollywood shit
Fitteds not for everyone bitch and you still
goalie mask ni**a, that's a face off
'Uck friends, cause I'ma squeeze next to the game cough
No air ni**a, that's Chris Brown
But when I'm ready to spark
truly some clowns around here don't think we ain't noticed it
Made it out the cul de sac I'll show y'all who the coldest is
They tried to tell me I was
on my chain
I know the dough I made Probly made a n**** change
But Fuck it I ain't trippen I Came here to get rich
And we still on that middle Finga
stuck up in that shit too low
But now I feel like Chris Brown on stage I hit that hoe
Dance dance yeah I do my dance
Doing my dance on stage then I hop
I'll resonate forever
Focused on my bag that's still my main endeavor
Fuck a Boy George never kissing to be clever
I'm sonin' em Ten Tray jeeeah that's
Kane Brown called the same night
Said I dropped that at the worst time
Same damn minute as Chris Stapleton
He was number 1 and I was right behind
And I
locked a migo up and they won't give a bail
Tribe boy shit, I'm out here ballin' like a fool
Youngin on probation, Still ridin' with the tool
What
I was making rounds in my town
Getting down too much
Chris Brown in the Dutch
But I ain't feel much
Seen a cloud that look like a plane
cnd I wanna
right here
Can we get it together
Shit nigga I knew your were light skin
But, I thought you was Chris brown light skin
I guess your like Jordan Poole
keep up with my rounds
I be pullin up skrt skrt pull off smoking loud
Who got the Yao
Yea I’m talkin pow
Shit move like Chris brown
Something Chinese
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
all the blood sweat and tears, (im still here) (im still here)
yes i am
i smoke weed to get me by, why lie
i smoke weed to get me high, so high
primed
Here's a couple of suggestions of how you could finesse it
You find a dude in town, you send him a short message
Say, "Hey, I'm new in town, I
get the fuck outta here" too, after a while
She gave me some time, but like, I was twenty years old at this point
She was like, "nah, you gotta get
Oh hey hey hey hey
Is that you Chris
Aye nigga
I can't believe you made it nigga
Aye nigga
I see you cuz
I see you
You made that shit nigga
Graduated
you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your
1-900-Hustler, Sigel, holla at your boy
What's the problem shorty?
Yeah what up man
I'm the only nigga from Brooklyn out here man
I'm tryin'
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