Lyrics:
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later
Zero to one hundred real quick
I no get time for all the picnic
Am too busy no time to dey think
won't be dismayed
Going through the fire, I ain't burnt by no flames
I am, I am, I am
I am
Because He knows me
I am
Because He told me
I am
Because He
And neither am I
I peeped it in your eyes
The first time I made ya smile
Hey brown sugar
Can you be my sanaa lathan
I could be your taye
I know you diggs me
the bathroom without someone standing by it
No, I won't sign you an autograph
You can call me an asshole, I'm glad
'Cause I am whatever you say I am
If I
protesting, unity is a blessing
So it's time we come together, use our voice as a weapon
I am Michael Brown, 'cause I stand for what he stand for
News say we're
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
Then I met Sin,
Sweating the viking
A brown skinned fox, slim just like I like them
"What? Sweating you? Picture that, nerd. Please"
Anyway,
you tryna duck the truth
I am what you must rebuke
I am the fate now, I am the one
I am the sword now, I am the gun
I am the God now, I am the sun
I am
right
You said you could never replace me
But baby, look what you've done
Now you don't even know who I am
Crazy how you said that nobody was like me
That
pull girls by the twos man I'm building a ark
Man I'm paper all day and the same in the dark
I am so icy and I am so sharp
Man I hop in the whip and I
cannabis
I love Hemsworth Chris, you know what screw this
Everyday I am very chill
Everyday I am very chill
Everyday I am very chill
Everyday I'm super
Woo
Seen him in the club with nothin' but pretty tings
Probably think I'm a weirdo, can't stop starin' at his rings (woo)
What kind of car was
Lookin' at this boy I'ma call him McDreamy
I was wonderin' if he got good Dick Cheney
Got a Lamborghini so the doors go high
In a button down Chris Brown
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
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
there by the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for seven long years or more
Till I shipped aboard The Ocean Queen belonging to Tramore.
boy think he tuff he got a stick now
Chopper make him dance like that boy chris brown
2 sticks boutta hit me a lick now
Plug on the phone i need my shit
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
gunning that
They wanna no who bumping that
Hot wire a car we jumping that
I don't give a fuck about none of that
Been around since Chris Brown was running
dm's
Man trust i seen them
Freaky dm's
Man trust i sent them
Freaky dm's
Man trust i kept them
Freaky dm's
Man trust i'm flexing
Freaky dm's
Yeah i am
of a precipice
Yeah, they only care about work
I've learned most of what I know
From black men
When I was stumped by life
Id see these idols and Id ask them
In
(Skill, skill, skill, skill, skill, skill)
Never mind, you won't find no one like me
I wish
That you would see me for what I am
Instead of ignorant top
name from Brown to Jones,
And mine from Brown to blue.
I couldn't keep my tears from falling,
On the courtroom floor,
By law, they took away my rights,
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