Lyrics:
up the cold current appear warm
My first verbal brawl, started on some yes yes y'all
to the beat y'all, break your windshield, your jeep stall
Mr.
Creek goes ripplin' by
I've been barefootin' all day with my baby
Brown leaves have started fallin'
Leadin' the way
I like it best just like this
chest, can't save her
Tuff like gator, Y to the M to da G
0-10, Rod and me
Don't see that nigga no more
Was all my fault, don't move back
Step forward
ran outta time you can't tell the time
I been eating that pussy it want even mine
Got anxiety I cannot leave my eye
I'm the realist nigga y'all can
Late 90's, early 2000's
That's when I started figuring girls out
They just want a love like Jamie and Fancy
But I was too busy being like Chris Brown
be fuckin' on y'all bitch
Marcus ain't get no pussy since 1996
Yeah, she like my dick real good, and she doin' tricks
Ha, I hit that bitch
No, Chris
asleep
All white balencis, when I'm rockin' mcqueens
For you the p's high, for me they be cheap
Made a sale with fake weed and skirt off in the Jeep
My
time
It's nothing personal I would have done it to anyone
And I blame where I came from
And I blame all my day ones
You know Chubbs like Draymond
the money
Fundamental trap Tim Duncan
Only want the dough eating dumplings
Eat my food then a nigga dumping
Chris Brown gone run it Va gone run it 43 gone run
Loubs girl you're making me weak
Later on hit the room turn my face to a seat
Saying Hennything I can just to make your smile
Chris Brown in the bed how I
gonna stay around
Yung riah gone slay her down
Yung riah gone Chris brown take her down
I just wanna real big bag
Wit no issues
R.I.P. to my nigga boom
to back down like
No Chris Brown but I'm taking you down like
Hold on that's kinda sus so I'm taking you out like
Acting stupid get hit with that grra
was committed
When it come to runnin' game, Ima master like splinter
But like I'm Chris Brown you won my heart girl you a winner (Hol on)
Shawty my type
heard shots and my body started to run slow
First day in the Chi and I died pronto
Now I'll never choreograph a Chris Brown show
I was so talented
uh i got a bad bitch with me (yeah)
I'm ZaeHD and you watchin' Disney
Like my bitch hair red, like Wendy
Like Chris Brown, bitch, gimme gimme
(Bitch,
Mysterio, I put that lil bitch on the ropes and give her that 619
When I wear hysterical, I put it right on wit my clothes, the top, yeah, the shirt's all
keep all these packs
Incase I gotta exterminate
All these rats
He a running man
He play running back
Bitch I'm Chris brown
Gimme that
I can do this with
of bills I took some paper and wrote my phone number like 10 times the 10 times got my phone jumping like Chris brown it ain't what you you move it how you
to go downtown
Used to shop at the mall
Any time you rang
I'd answer the call
We used to dance to Chris Brown
Going wall to wall
You think it's no biggie
Hal with the shot
Chris Brown with the bop
That's loud in the box
And I bite like it's Tyson
Talk to me nice 'cause I'm all about the prices, uh
Yeah,
To turn it up
It is my honor
I really love it
They really love me
I know you swallow
I know you wanna
Come and party
To get all naughty
And if your girl
a league can't turn the drip down
Bust a lick then a dance move like I'm Chris Brown
Driver side window left kick kicked out
Anybody kill the vibe than
ronnie' I feel like Chris Brown, nigga run it
I'm in that spot with all the hunnids get the pack gone boy we thumbin
That's yo hoe boy that bih lovin' I'll
The gold of Cortés
The jewels of Pizarro
Will seem like mere trinkets
By this time tomorrow
The gold we find here
Will dwarf them by far
Oh, with all
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