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stuck up in that shit too low
But now I feel like Chris Brown on stage I hit that hoe
Dance dance yeah I do my dance
Doing my dance on stage then I hop

ain't sleeping on me
Here's some NyQuil (forreal)
Cut the end of my 'gar & then I'm lighting it
Feeling enlightenment you feel entitlement
Sippin bumbu in

call it like you see it
Get the dial tone, I got to go
I can't do yes men or a brown nose
Can't be around those
Trendy nigga swagger, lost and found

I don't care how
Don't take my love away, not now!

Kim                        Chris
Oh, Chris,               Oh, Kim
I can't get free        Please

right here
Can we get it together
Shit nigga I knew your were light skin
But, I thought you was Chris brown light skin
I guess your like Jordan Poole

the way that I run it
Chris Brown I run it
Look at me now I run it
I know you see how I run it
Can't take a knee now I'm running

Tryna ball like Andre

weed

Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed

I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang

Bin Laden

Three 6 Mafia

Da Unbreakables

2003

weed

Who got that hydro
Who got that light green
Who got that Bobby Brown
Who got that Laden weed

I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang

and better than ever and on the last seat
To take off not even ray rice can drag me down
Feel like Chris Brown all y'all haters look at me now
Me goin broke is

Roley on my wrist 
Big diamonds a bust down 
My life feel like madden I touch down 
Hit it from the back then I beat it like Chris brown 
Turn me up 
This

triggered
Guess that's just the come up
Too much heat chris brown and gunna
I'm feeling on top, but they want me under
Run up on me
I got plenty guys
They

Christmas time
And we're just so perfect, so right 
I know my love for you
Could light up the night

Merry chri'
Merry chri'
Merry christmas

We don't need
We

No ain't Chris brown but I got the sexy sound
Got the LEDs, we don't do it in the dark
Cause I like to see how it go in and out
Your lips and your eyes

Or maybe even pucker up and Give a kiss
Cause I don't give a shit
I only give this dick
Beat the pussy up like I'm chris
Stick it in the pink never in

You Can Have Her

Sir Mix-A-Lot

Return of the Bumpasaurus

1996

'Put yo TITTIES on the glass'
This is like a pick-up line:
'How you doin?
I was wonderin, could you put yo BIG FUCKIN TITTIES on the glass?'
'No, I don't

just like that Chris Brown hit
And if you feel I still messed the second time around
Then let me re-redo it just like who Chris Brown hit
I ain't Beyonce

like murder
We want justice

Ay yo Game, I had a crib out there, I used to live out there
So I know how niggas feel out there
People stressing,

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

said and done
Tag me in like we playing games in primary school
Just like Chris Brown, I'm a light skinned guy who's making moves
I'm beating all these

don't stop
It's time to get it, get it made
I got my mind made up like Foxy Brown's face
I know how the underground tastes
I want a crib from

No More

Birdman

Like Father, Like Son

2006

Yeah, hustler music

I got that brown bag full of money
I got the work goin' to Florida
And I swore that I would never hustle no more
But I

Brown Crowd

Lil Rob

Crazy Life

gangster having an oh w having fun by the night ain't done 
It's time for the hit and run
But you best believe I'm Brown and proud (Brown and proud)
It's

'm only telling you what i recieved
But our reports can usually be believed
Kim's a bar-girl in Bangkok
Pal, I know how you feel

[CHRIS]
It's too late! I

Poppa Was a Playa

Nas

The Lost Tapes

2002

the hallway
She sacrifices all she got to feed us
When she was alone she cried by the phone peeping out the window heated
But still I didn't see it, mama hid