Lyrics:
CHORUS
I'm here to lift Him up
Jesus
They don't really know you enough (no)
I'm here to lift Him up
Jesus
He sent me so i can show you
The same ones my nigga
Bounce
Me and Pusha T fuckin' the same hoes
Me and TIP, we fuck the same hoes
Me and Chris Brown, we fuck the same hoes
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture
Ooooh! Can't be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach
a hundred Haitians
I'm a hot nigga by affiliation
Look, fresh up out the county, I done did a lil bid
Let the popos run up on me, I won't tell them
Poop brown is the color of rhymin' that I do
I'm talkin' smooth and movin' groovy cause I'm thick like poo
Outta town is where you're sendin' UPS
another addict
Who was at it like an asthmatic trapped in an attic
Sucking on an asthma punt
Though you never know by looking at him that's the cunt
watch, It's buss down (Yeah, yeah!)
She know I'm the best in town (Town!)
Wake up Freaky Friday like I'm Chris Brown (Chris Brown, slatt, slatt!)
Stole his
at wedding toll
No badda a this way yuh come to dis so
When yuha done wid Ely den yuh come run to Chris Brown
Can you feel the steam?
Hot make you
the South-Pole
Where it’s freezin (Freezin)
I’m in the trap, hittin the white gurl
Tryna make it less potent, Chris Brown
(Brown)
Already told all the squares
You
Damn she so fine I'll be your kinder surprise
Divine feminine energy gracefully in her melanin,
Sweet brown empress you gave birth to every tone
You can eat shit
'Cause you fucked up my plans
I could've called Chris, James, Nico
I could've called Sam
But you know what I did
I called your
squares, ain't around
Young Joc, it’s goin’ down
Kill yo stompin, Chris Brown
Ran it up in my town
Then they ran off with my sound
Exavis where you at?
I
clear and loud
Brown baby brown baby brown baby
As years go by I want you to go with your head up high
I want you to live by the justice code
And I
clear and loud
Brown baby brown baby brown baby
As years go by I want you to go with your head up high
I want you to live by the justice code
And I
this song be our victory cry
He has overcome the grave
There is freedom from our shame
Lift Him up, lift Him high
He is alive!
He is alive!
Not by works
'Put yo TITTIES on the glass'
This is like a pick-up line:
'How you doin?
I was wonderin, could you put yo BIG FUCKIN TITTIES on the glass?'
'No, I don't
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
Officer:
Sorry sergeant we must eccelerate
State department says we evacuate
The word is we must be out by dawn
Chris:
Christ!
Officer
Sorry
WY Records (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Presenta
Chris Brown (yeah, yeah, yeah)
T-Pain
W, Yandel
Sh-sh-tah
Hay algo que me gusta de ti (baby)
Y ese algo
Speak up clear and cloud
Brown baby
Brown baby
As years roll by
Walk with your head held high
I want you to live by
Live by the justice code
I
turn my drip off
You know how I rock it baby
I'm about to lift off
Got it off the ground
And then I brought it
To the tip top
Bout to get it wrapped up
you emotionally unavailable (Damn)
I've never been in this situation before
Got my friends warning me
Got me bumping Chris Brown's old jams 7 days
yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You know we stayin playa made, you know we gotta strive
To the T-o-p, that's the top man
Ima
down for the boy D-mo
(Big Moe)
Its that nigga, nigga named M-o-e
I represent that Southside, yeah the 3
Hooked up with them boys off that Long Drive
You
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