Lyrics:
the deuces like deuces
I'm on to something new like Chris Brown (new like Chris Brown)
I can smile, I'm just choosin' to frown
Come 'round tryna clown,
brick by brick
Going too big never ever been on some little shit
Drinking some brown, not Chris
Dancing on beats, making sure my people gone feel this
to Chris Brown her and beat on the bitch
I'm a rapping redneck that's Grizzley in my lip
I really got some crazy bars they not stolen
I can't say the same
racks
She said that shit impressive
Like Chris Brown in Stomp Thе Yard
Get shot while you steppin'
My niggas likе walkin' 'round
With automatic weapons
Baby let me take you down, No Chris Brown or Ray J
Babe all I'm asking is for a chance to make your mind go crazy
Babe let's make a toast for you and me,
I'm the most loved
And the most hated (W)
I don't care about the game
'Cause I already played it
Pitbull
Chris Brown
Mr. Worldwide
Histórico
Nasty freaky unbelieveable
Bout to take you down no Chris Brown see the freak in you
Nasty freaky unbelieveable
Bout to take you down no Chris Brown
again, add it to wax
[Chorus]
[Young Chris]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name, Young Chris, or Young Gunner
Know my partner Young
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
a downgrade
Brown shades covering all of my epidermis
The browner it gets the more the president nervous
He know Melania will come and lay her booty fully on me
a downgrade
Brown shades covering all of my epidermis
The browner it gets the more the president nervous
He know Melania will come and lay her booty fully on me
Performing in front of the fans, they had their hands waving
This is all I ever wanted, this is all I'm craving
Me and my boy Chris shot the game
Two
Picture Perfect
Hurricane Chris
Bow Weezy
Chris Brown
Remix
Go
You might've seen her on every cover
Of every magazine but can't nobody get
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,
hitler rifle
Nah nuh bible like my disciple
Fi kill mi rivals and all them idols
Art of war the key of survival
Mi have ah hitler rifle
Nah nuh bible like
hood wit' it like mine (yeah)
Mean walk and talk, Chris help me tell 'em wassup
I got all this love inside of me
And all I wanna do is give it
Brown skin, you know I love your brown skin
I can't tell where yours begins, I can't tell where mine ends
Brown skin, up against my brown skin
Need
hand on the Bible
It's all about survival, killed it on the rival
Killin' all my rivals, me levanto si me caigo
No creo que haiga campo para todo lo
many flows don't know what to pick now
I got bitches on my dick
Flow hit like Chris brown
Yuh all these bitches sick
But then I come around
Yuh party's
with that Chris Brown
"Don't give me shit!" Niggas
In the streets say
"Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns
Like the Pentagon i'm just eating
She’s my brown eye beauty
I woke up this morning and, everything feel right
Cause I got my baby ay, right by my side
She’s looking so lovely so,
have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed
I'm shredding all my beef like the men who made mince
Plus the food is always sweeter when you wear the aprons
Comparing him with jay z before
think they want it
Sippin Coke and smokin hydroponic
Koke live by the kilo by the moment
Empty reload kill all my opponents
Find me choppin samples
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