Lyrics:
up wit' ones (Like father, like son bitch!)
All brown paper bag (what they gon' do)
Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat)
Fill it, fill it up
mother fucker)
Wait wait wait
(Breezy)
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Girl I wanna make ya sing like opera
Gotta cold headed dose I'm your doctor
Pink house like
feet
You see, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
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
I'm talkin', yeah yeah for real
Brown (brown) paper (paper) bags (bags) (cash)
Smashing your hoe on the low and she callin' me dad (smash, dad,
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
up wit' ones (Like father, like son bitch!)
All brown paper bag (what they gon' do)
Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat)
Fill it, fill it up
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
their's is the Kingdom of Mount Zion
And he shall be like a tree
I am I am I am
Planted by the river of waters
What thou sayest that I am
That bringeth
MosBrown skin lady
TalibFor what it's worth, from me to you
MosHow do you feel?
TalibFrom me to you, watchin you
I like the, I like the, I like the, I like
fills up
Too much goes overboard
(What the fuck am I doing?)
Oh lord pressure stored & exploded, unloaded
(What the fuck am I doing?)
I had to, is
& let it bloom
What am I even saying, I don’t know
I don’t know, I don’t know
What am I even saying, I don’t know
Sometimes, I feel like I’m complaining
Infinity Insubordinate I am So defiant I am But I am what I am Words of whisper that I am Words of man that I am All forgiven yes I am An I am what I
Pretty Brown your a song that I can't keep from singing
Pretty Brown as you move, you don't know that you're winning
And your eyes say you're lost
I'm starving
Need a genie and carpet
What am I saying
What am I doing
Why am I playing
Who am I fooling
I went to college but my rhymes are stupid
In
single for a year
I ain't crying no more tears
Leaving Seguin in the rear
Look at me now, I'm not Chris Brown
Cause I'm making hits, the kind that makes my
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,
The way I write and all within
My wrists (are safe from harm)
Masochist (sadist)
Am I nothing but the shell of a human
What would he do if I changed my
to body
But you and I we want more
Than just the lust and late talk
I'mma need some more, yeah baby I need more from you
What are your true intentions
Brown
am
I push you away, still you won't let go
You grow your roses on my barren soul
Who am I, who am I, who am I
To be loved by you?
Who am I, who
loved by you?
Who am I, who am I, who am I
To be loved by you?
Who am I, who am I, who am I?
The way I put you through it, what you had to see
I
what) wiki wiki what
I'm a brown boy, I'm a proud boy
I like to throw balls, I like to dodge balls
Born in Sri Lanka, Now I'm in Ponya
May be a beta,
up wit' ones (Like father, like son bitch!)
All brown paper bag (what they gon' do)
Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat)
Fill it, fill it up
up wit' ones (Like father, like son bitch!)
All brown paper bag (what they gon' do)
Fill it up wit' ones (Angel on the beat)
Fill it, fill it up
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