Lyrics:
a nigga turned Blood, I came out the blue
They like, "Damn who's Drake, where's wheelchair Jimmy at?"
On my Chris Brown shit, I'm still here, gimme that
earn 8K's key fob
The world out there is made of only grass and clay
Gimme concrete, be a sport
I can conquer on that court
That apartment, My Home
can't control (what)
Problem
That Ambien in my ink pen
Move the brown squares like Wheat Thins
Y'all five days and a weekend
Stay smokin' on that
That day, I notice he's posted it
On his Instagram, with the caption
"They getting married on
A hill in Malibu" By the next morning, for
Whatever reason,
Rollin' in a golden Tacoma, the shit's stolen
If that bitch tell on me, I'ma do a fuckin' drive-by in her colon
With my meat, gotta keep it obsolete
racks
I'm talking old money Chris Brown gimme that
Make the money flip jump off Jimmy Jatt
Yeah gimme the loot you know Biggie raps
Keep the money right
me down
Bitch you aint chris brown
All red ape new planet of the apes
Ion fuck wit no fakes
Take her on a date
If i wanna wife her
Other than that just
a'caramel wit' that Coco Ice
She even got a big sistah by the name of Chocl8 Tah
Brown Shuga babe
I gets high of yo' love, don't know howta behave
I said I
the river that i flow by it is in my veins yeah
Real dirty nigha wit my head all in the grain yeahh
What you talkin bout?
Dont play round wit me today
If you
Feel like I'm Chris Brown by the way she wobble down on me
Ay
Now I bet they know what I'm about, ay
First it was a drought, pussy wet, Katrina, now I'm
mags longer than vines
Came in this bitch with the stick
Chris Dior my kicks
Try to swipe my cheese he swiss
Ice on the boy it glis'
Shorty gimme top
Come on, gimme a verse
Kevin, you make a mistake you gotta
Start all the way over leave that in there
I like this fuckin guy
nigga you retarded
With my hands on Chris Brown
She a big batty hatari
I got six hoes tu pale
I don't do Splinter, I don't do rats
Blow me like
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
Boogie has picked
It's just a band, scroobius Pip
Hope nobody'll wanna sue me for this
Chris Brown already had too many hit's
How many people can I humanly
Kiss Kiss
Gimme That
Oh its time to Run it now
That was around the same time as Stomp the Yard
At that time I didn't even have a yard
Apartment hoping
with the punk (if you gonna have a good time)
You got to roll with the funk (if you wanna have a good time)
A woman that'll funk your horn now (gimme
And she be gettin to the bread
Take a break, baby gimme some head
Gimme head, ima give you that leg
Young player, always keep shit player
(Unh unh)
Yea
with the punk (if you gonna have a good time)
You got to roll with the funk (if you wanna have a good time)
A woman that'll funk your horn now (gimme
forgeddaboudit
I wrote the book fam you just read about it
All eyes on me when I step out fresh outfit
New chain, gimme that, like the Chris brown hit
I'm on real
her what she need
I give her what she like
And then by the end of the night, I'm say-ing it's them
Sweet lips, her brown eyes kill me
The way she flip
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
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
shining that's my bling bling bling
Huh it's vibe
Ya its vibe
Money man, I got chicken finger gimme five
Jump into it, taka dive
Living my best live
Yall
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