Lyrics:
I ain't 5V, but I rockin' big drip
Chris Brown, nigga, don't get your bitch hit
Free Freddy, Pomero, Nivala
Smokin' this dummy, got a nigga flyin'
He
instrumental in it
Yet, it took reflection to get me
To pause for a minute
And realize that my modicum of success
Has come from being a monster
Mortified by
the years roll on by
Such a senseless waste of time
What a way to reform
Call out your number
Who's a non conformer?
Not me, baby, oh yeah
Shakey Brown
rips on my sleeves
Another day on the shaderoom, they love sippin' tea
What I do? Why they hate? Why it gotta be me?
I made half a million in the span
did we choose
Who don't wanna win y'all, we don't wanna lose
Need more pleasant news circulated by my folk
Cherish life instantly cause it could be
my Chevy van
And that's alright with me
Yeah her young face was like that of an angel
And her long legs were tan and brown
You better keep your
North West the cutest baby in the game
Chris Brown, he broke up with Ka-what's-her-name
And Barrack still here trying to get it in gear
Gotta finish
by Lala Williams
My nigga Jazz told me to get em, so I gotta get em
I just say good whenever they ask me how I'm feelin
It's cool when they do it, but
Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
I said, "Yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her
the call
Turn 'em to burton I hurt 'em by dropping the ball
You never right
Wait for my crew to come through and we'll fuck up your night
Asking for fights
them boys gon sing like Usher I'm too clutch when I shoot imma beat the Buzzer
Crossing shit off of the list the beef is rare and well done Ruth Chris
TI
of rock 'n' roll
Like a picture she was laying there
Moonlight dancing off her hair
She woke up and took me by the hand
She's gonna love me in my
knows I'm getting a little more better. Motivated by those who kill sounds
Still learning and observing compositions
Honest, not pompous. Don't want
oo oo
How'd I not got stolen by surprise
Who could fall in love with these brown eyes
I don't know but it's about that time
I pulled me out the lost
fuckin' 4 O'clock
I shouldn't sell you shit, but Son, meet me on the block
I ain't got time to waste man, where this nigga at?
I'm in the Brown hooptie,
I heard somebody wanna harm Me
You gotta problem better run that by Me
You don't Put no fear in my body
Whatever I need I got it
Cuz these ho niggas
just like she butter
And it don't get better
Wish that my brown palms didn't sweat a shit ton
Swear to god, why the fuck do they do that
a man of pale pigment
Shows the cross on my pendent has summoned power from my descendants
I've been recommended by the resented to represent
an Invincible, and I produced it
It's in my soul to roll and flow, take control
Sold the show, can go like a pogo stick
Hot hit, dop, dip, rock, rip,
could keep
Half that color stored in me down deep
So when it's brown I'd have some green
It's already getting better (You will never leave me)
It's
Botticelli's Venus Rising from the Sea
Yeah, you ain't seen nothing yet!
Written by Sheila Swift & Big Chris Flores
Some say I never try, but why are they stressin
I'll never get ahead; my raps have a better chance
I'm livin on Wonder Bread with holes in my
the Remy and Cris'
The video is directed by Benny and Chris
Treat a pager like a website with plenty of hits
I tell 'em this, you gotta be at least a dime
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