Lyrics:
to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers callin' up the dogs
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats,
adem, de geur van uw parfum
Witte top, gele rok, rode nagellak
Uw nagels tikken plagerig het ritme op het dak
Stereo lekker luid, Chris Young op repeat
Young Savage this motherfuckin' mink jacket (21)
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king
They wanna be the, the, the king (king)
[Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)]
Inspired by
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
a day job, while I'm dealin'
They ain't stoppin' me
Straight from the center to State Property (uh)
Young Chris in full effect
And all I need is one
In da ghetto in da ghetto
The ghetto
In da ghetto in da ghetto
Now here's a 15 year old named Chris
A smart young man working hard for his shit
Most
My shit's so tight you can get strangled
It's Young Money
Ain't no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers
Call them "private plane
yay
Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze
Dem Boyz got glocks, Dem Boyz got K's
Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid
(Young Jeezy)
If its
my archetype
I hit your friend alright
When you feeling down I got you laughing
I'm Chris Farley right
But I can't call you wife
My gang right by my
Have faith and I will never ever leave
I love you
I want you
Have faith in a young OG
Have faith and do a B.I.G
I heard she tastes by the safeties
This gon be the realist shit I ever wrote
You gonna probably have to run this back and take some notes
As a young'n it was etched in me
This child's
throw the lane Kyrie Irving watch a young nigga (ball)
All these haters by the 85 Celtic vs. the Lakers watch a young nigga (ball, ball, ball)
Jumping off
out
Nothin' matters, so we might as well
Everybody's bakin' in the sun
Come and party, do it while we're young
Move your body, when you hear
college
Yeah I see you young nigga
Big things popping my nigga
Wooo
My nigga Chris
Man where the bottles
Where the bitches
I mean not where the bitches
[Ludacris (Chris Brown)]
Luda!(yep)
S.g.!
Chris breezy (it's me)
[Chorus]
I know what them girls
I know I know what them girls
I know I know
Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business
Even took the dashboard off to hit some chickens
Two up on both sides like I was Richard Nixon,
a young'in already had reached that
On some real life topics I've been snapping
You ain't bust no shots boy you been capping
You ain't living how you said it
I'm Ant Moore
Say she great but she want more
I hold weight ion hold doors
Wood on the dashboard
I reminisce but I move forward
I'll give you anything
the bitches acting woozy
Only met her once, why she tell you that she knew me
They gon' love the new me
My city it gets colder by the day
But half the niggas
by City Hall found that London
Has seen an increase of 71%
In victims of serious youth violence since 2012
The Mayor says this is linked
Bo Peep (Sheep)
Your bitch my main squeeze, uh, got her down by her knees
Niggas try to steal my sauce but, they can't take my stease
In the backyard
the T-Streets
I need 3 more for Chris, B and T
I'm a fool with it, just a young elite
Shit, what the Hell? You can't blame me
This the fast life, get your cash
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