Lyrics:
Say man
Ayy, whutchu get man, when you got Bow Wow
Chris Brown and your boy Omarion on one song
Man? Woo! (Oh, oh, haha)
We on the track, man
Yeah,
Blow the whistle, baby you're the referee
You put it down like New York City, I never sleep
Wild like Los Angeles, my fantasy (Chris Brown)
Hotter
the headlines
Blue niggas by the church, sinning through the hurt,kids doing fed time
Chris Brown, ain't here for the guidance, every two minutes more sirens
Yea
Stylesz
Yea, yea yea
Yea
Ahhh-uhhh
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip her hair in the wind got me tripping
Love my baby girl
Bitch
I ain’t Chris brown but ima run it
S-O da business man I’m cunning
Step ona scene you know I’m stunting
If I see a goal ima punt it
Yeah I love
chase our shadows
And when the night comes we will run from nothing, my love
But it's just you and me
And we chase our shadows
We're waiting for,
better hit the deck
Or get glock checked by the hard threats that bar
Jets from our sets hood so bad our neck of the woods
Were worse than terrorists that
it
I will remain inert you can't change this shit
Inertia i"ll hurt you this my peace
Love hurts this my church on these beats
Lay a verse chase
And I love that even though I'm just chasin',
Selfish ambition couldn't tell your boy nathan.
Watch out all you rappers cuz they finna let 'Crae in,
from the LP THE BBQ ALLSTARS with Chris Cassone and Friends featuring Ace Frehley
My Baby Loves Barbeque
She was a normal girl when I first met
[Young Chris]
Young, Gunz
Chris and Neef
The home of Philly
Tough love, first time around
We got now we don't care who got next
[Verse One]
(Young
auto tune
That’s the truth, you can’t hide Brown fuck you
You know my name, I know you scared of me bro
Chris, I’m challenging you for a battle with me
on Chris Farley that we'd be a little tardy
But now that we're here we gone move some girl's bodies
Cause my ladies in the Rock love to sip on some Ciroc
on Chris Farley that we'd be a little tardy
But now that we're here we gone move some girl's bodies
Cause my ladies in the Rock love to sip on some Ciroc
even know me oga
Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later
Do I
know me oga
Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later oga
Do I
of rap
foreign on some rims cruising hollywood with your O.G bitch head bobbing in my lap
With my city on my brim, rolling up some lye with a caramel brown
[Young Chris]
Young, Gunz
Chris and Neef
The home of Philly
Tough love, first time around
We got now we don't care who got next
[Verse One]
[Young
some tracks
With my beats mixed with some made by himself
Oh shit yes mine were made by myself
Bitch you listening this is Mr. Chris reppin hotline
we stay strong?
Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love
[Chorus]
My people, hold your head up
My people,
ripened and rottened in our puberty
Two kindred spirits bound by destiny
Well now I was smart but I lacked ambition
Johnny was wild with no inhibition
dreams Brown from Africa (written and produced by Oluwatosin Jesunifemi Aderiye (Tonife)
What's up Big Chris?
Goin' to the store to get the papers.
Got ya, a little love on this one here.
Huh! Word on. Word on.
Commercial rap
you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it here first, Nappy Boy Radio (what them boys gonna do for me?)
We love you (ah)
Hey, she want
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