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Chris (Feel like Mr. Winters)
When I pop out and you see my fit, you better hide your bitch
Man just know if I shoot my shoot bitch I'm finna swish
All

around wit chris Bitch u wreckin my world
Cant even lie wish you here here By my side yeah
Might as well be here by myself Feelin my vibe yeah
Cause you

If you a downer stay the fuck outside the club, ho
If you tired, wake the fuck up for the town, ho
If you brown nosed, keep your mouth closed
By any

make sure you straight (You good?)
She wanna tie me down like shoe laces
She ain't no thot no Blueface
And You better be lucky I love you (I love you)

Better Me (Chris Jonat) 

Sometimes it's hard, it's not what we'd hoped 
We were prepared to climb but not at this slope 
Well I'm here to tell you I

I need you to thank me 'cause other niggas ain't me
My brothers, my brothers, my goons, my goons
You better not touch 'em, or be hit with the brooms

and Machine Gun Kelly had a baby
And he like my brown eyes, fat thighs, no makeup
Always telling’ me that I’m his rock angel
I’m the goddess that he worship

I'm always cheefin
I see how they bitin my ideas
I play the field not like FIFA
Keep me a couple divas
Sip Bombay by the litre
RIP to Aliyah
Gotta get

If I...

Foxy Brown

Ill Na Na

1996

never get caught tryin' to play on whores.
I cried, as my keys was scrapin' the car doors,
From the trunk to the hood, by the wheel and the floor.

Why they say they spinnin' on my block? I highly doubt that
G-Lock I'm around that, .40 in a brown bag
Hol' up, gang

Why they say they spinnin'

been flooded by
Has beens and never will be ringtone rappers
Hmm what's the deal with these ringtones
Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though
Thus

She love me 'cause I be packing
This stick gonna make him dance like Chris brown ayy
Not Michael Jackson
I'm a pussy I ain't 'bout that action

got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you're weak
One thing 'bout this money
It's easy to get it, but trust me, my nigga, it's hard to keep

the fuck is with me

MJTV check it out
Sixth grade me was ballin' out
Hit that shit call me Chris Brown
Come to my house but it will smell loud

You're hair

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

the D to the L O
C yellin we keep on blastin ima get up with my lyrical
games steadily hell he better be wearin a name creep
with the milla heat under my

she always by my side
She driving but I'm rolling up
My daddy see me rolling up
But heon never hit the blunt
My moma said I know too much
Fuck, ion

Plantain and Champagne for my Kandy Kane Queen 
It's a brown sugar thing
Plantain and Champagne for my Kandy Kane Queen 
It's a brown sugar thing

bend-a
Ova then I cutter like a sword from a ninja
I been stroking, I aint, in the back of the phantom,
legs up, doors open- mayne
Similar to Chris Brown

stuttering like Busta Rhymes on crack
On that Chris Brown track before he slapped Rihannas ass
Laying inside my room I feel philosophical
Time slipping right

way
They better get real jobs
And have a career someday
Honey I'm home, my promotion's secure
I'm the head supervisor of the advertising board
Respect

some tracks
With my beats mixed with some made by himself
Oh shit yes mine were made by myself
Bitch you listening this is Mr. Chris reppin hotline

as a placeholder (Bow)
I just play around P5 controller (Play)
Yeah these niggas clowns I ain't talking Joker
Switch it Chris Brown bitch I been around
Alot of lame

from the left and the right
Feel like Chris brown wall to wall type of night 
I don’t know much but I know you keep it tight 
I can make you feel alright