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the tango
And we kill people like Tadoe
You not from here don't come around
Got sticks with dicks they hunnid rounds
The chop make him dance like Chris Brown

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,

fumez
I've been jugging way before corona
It's mask on my face when I step in the room

So if you ever hear the front door boom
Bro run through the back,

Knicks (Remix)

Madlib

Piñata

2014

to Michael Brown and mothafuck the police, bitch

I guess I got it sellin' nickel bags
I got it sellin' nickel bags
Real killer, drug dealer
I got it sellin'

Or maybe even pucker up and Give a kiss
Cause I don't give a shit
I only give this dick
Beat the pussy up like I'm chris
Stick it in the pink never in

loyal you heard Chris Brown my nigga
She get around like a Ferris wheel she kiss girls and niggas
It can't get no realer

Bounce bounce shit I gotta

loyal you heard Chris Brown my nigga
She get around like a Ferris wheel she kiss girls and niggas
It can't get no realer

Bounce bounce shit I gotta

momma but they’re just hoes my nigga. She ain’t loyal, she ain’t loyal you heard Chris Brown my nigga. She get around like a Ferris wheel she kiss girls

the door yea
Then she hit my phone she like Donny run it back yea
She said stroke it faster
She fell in love faster
I fell in love faster
She call me her

she love it
I'm a young, groovy lil' nigga, she call me McLovin
Yeah, I feel like Chris Brown, baby, let me see you run it
I just be out the way, so

And he says that's nothing
Turn nothing into something
Calls me up to sing like Chris brown too
Run it, Run it
I gotta give props to Saint
You went hard

Brown eyes let me take you to Uruguay (Uruguay)
You and I could land by midnight (By midnight)

You walk in, you're bare naked
Your body talking, my mind

weight get P.O.P 
Naughty by Nature your trespassing O.P.P
Your O.T. yeah nigga I can get it to you 
Sold in a see through right price I deliver 
Tell ya

he never got to ray J
Fuck around nigga you get that Chris Brown shit
And fuck around nigga you get that Chris Brown shit
Hey baby come over here you

Chris Brown
Popping on the scene
All eyes on me
Throw a stack at the bar
And say it's all on me
Because all I really need
Is a pint of Hennessy and
I'mma

on a Blick don't run, don't run
Last opp went out looking dumb
You not North pussy never spun
Yeah this Chop, punching my lungs
I'm on the block flip it make

I just beat that one thang and can't speak about it
Them oops in yo circle run they teeth abut me
Mentioning guns in y'all songs but won't shoot

make you niggas run dun dun dun 
im feeling myself im feeling my wealth i
i dont need no help im by myself 
its me and the gang 20 what i claim
my niggas

get out the car, then y'all run up in the spot
Moving so fast, left the front door unlocked
Like the Buss It Challenge, she gon' drop it like it's hot

Street Hop 2010

Royce da 5'9"

Street Hop

2009

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

it
Can't fit up in
No rubber bands
How she get that ass
In them jeans
I don't understand
Yea I'm popping like Chris
Brown
Ima make you run it
I don't

Chris Brown just run it put it down ain't no running
On my Chris Brown just run it put it down ain't no running
(Ain't no running yeah)

I'm just checking

Saigon will fall

And so will your G.I.

[CHRIS]

She'll leave with me!

[THUY]

You broke your father's word

This is your curse!

(THUY runs out and down

B's, like Chris Brown, better run it
001, but I keep it a hundred, never been bummy you know how I'm boming
Etiquette posture, attire attracting, knew I