Lyrics:
hoes ain't loyal
Like a Chris Brown
Need you right now
Don't leave me shawty
We move like a turtle
No need rush just feel the vibe
Real love
Feel love
pounds
I have brown hair and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food
I have two brothers, Chris and Graham
and two parents, Paul
a philostopher 'n see what he says!
Greggery stops at a gas station
And makes a mysterious phone
Is this the old loft
With the paint peelin' off it
By
This pistol is Russian
Matter of fact, this bitch is German
Couldn't get nothin' from niggas, shit, I had to earn it
I got some Gelato, let's burn it
say this toy isn’t quality
I don’t want my
Daughter playing with this there’s not
Enough love put into this
This is just manufactured with
The will
triangle as we get closer together
We wanna get closer to God
Really don't care who will think this is odd
Not even Cupid will help beat the odds
Of failing
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is
on keepin' her around, So I put some rings on her (Yeah)
The way I take her down, Chris Brown ain't got nun on me
Love like this don't come around often, I
baby!
I love women so much, I have one,
Luda!
Chris breezy, this too easy,
Sg what up!
Ayo, for real, look, let me just say this
I wanna say I love Def Jam, Def Jam changed my fucking life
There's definitely some fuckboys in that
This is what you want, I'mma put it like this; lay it down to the Aug, Trey and Chris remix
[Hook:]
Say you luv it (ay), you luv it girl (ay)
You
And love and burn
And smile and cry
Pay taxes then die
This is what we live for
These are the rules that we live by
Don't fuck with me
I can't afford to pay
to me said her name is Judy
I fuck with Chris Brown but I wanna fuck on Karrueche
I can't fuck with her no more 'cause she got all them mood swings
when I spit it you love matta fact I'm a Viking
I need a whole village to plumage yea
The nigga is here the city is scared
You got the throne then I
up, you should call me Chris Brown
He was dissing on my cuddy till we caught him by the bounds
Caught a plug, tap in, so we get it by the pounds
Try
now
So I gotta clown
Yeah I gotta cope somehow
And I light this gas up
Hit like Chris Brown
I’m at the red light
Never slowing down
They gon fuck with
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
with your makeup on, curly hair all down
Ridin' through the town, blastin' OG Chris Brown
To your room, take your makeup off, curly hair, bun crown
immigrants talking gibberish
Did he say something I didn't understand
This isn't Bangkok, chris Brown
Pulled Rihanna's hair
Broke a window with
undressing her self her intent is to come put it on me
Said I ain't falling in love cause this bag is for life and that shit for the moment
I'm only here for
baby!
I love women so much, I have one,
Luda!
Chris breezy, this too easy,
Sg what up!
Was just a preview
This is the love scene part to
The sequel gets ready
Ooo baby O baby baby
Let?s make a DVD
Watch it over and over and over and over
a hit like Chris Brown
Hey
Music is a time machine
If you know, you know
Hey
Margaritas
Mamacitas
Hey
I been in the Dark Aether and I beat it
throw in a DVD!
We can save the world this Christmas time by giving it all away
Even if it's more than you can pay
It's a tax write oooooff!
Is there
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