Lyrics:
I was making rounds in my town
Getting down too much
Chris Brown in the Dutch
But I ain't feel much
Seen a cloud that look like a plane
cnd I wanna
[Verse 1 - Lil Shade]
Click click boom, Shade and Chris is gonna hit the room
Just listen as you hear my bloods yell Lil Shade in this bitch
Let the bloods
my Hitachi
Come on and taste the real
Step on inside and confide
In the feel I reside
By steel waters just a gear
On the wheel no fear
brown deso yow a chat it like bagga brown him deh pon the banga phone
Bobo by a brand new benz weh a teleport and him a just twentyfour
Big mansion with e
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite
He ain't
Saturday in the town, as we buried T.J Brown
Good man, spent his life on the K Roll ferry line
He was just a man, nothing grand, just a man
But I
rolling blunts in the back
I'm just going to tell it like it is, ex military never ever been a scary nigga staying on my biz
On the grind is how I live is
a new life then what we need is better fathers
Either I'm smarter cause of my daughter or I'm just too dense
I'm 28 years old, it just now started makin
Chris Brown shit lemme take it down
Yeah Ha
You could be my new girl
Once I got through I'mma need a new girl
All my old girls gotta be cool with my
with a knife
We gon' give him a crew cut
Nigga walk down, get burned like the Ku Klux
Call you Chris Brown
You post with a deuce up
Muva asked me why I'm
perkys
Put down the ball gave me a call like we homies
College coach got him starving he just tryna get by
Giving me all type excuses he just tryna get
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
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (thank you), you know who
better
Gotta make it past the devil, so guns, I got several
And everybody plays the fool, says Aaron Neville
But I just play to win, holler back like
this
And when I return the playback everybody gets pist
And now I am the man fielding all the glory
And when you rise down and gone, just remember
(I've got some old school bars)
Off top your head now go on, if you've got a bit you go
Ah, wait, what is that one I know? (come on, just a quick ting,
a man comin' on right now
He's garuanteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can
Hmm
Elephant Man
C. Breezy
Chris Brown for the ladies
(Big tune)
Baby look at it startin' to sweat
Grind it on me
I told her
I told
Chris Brown shit lemme take it down
Yeah Ha
You could be my new girl
Once I got through I'mma need a new girl
All my old girls gotta be cool with my
fucking know
Wack him like a mole
Choppa bullets give him holes
Im the fucking grim reaper
Im collecting all your souls
Imma let the choppa eat just like
you can hold this pipe
Everything stay chris like tucker
I search for a *** and then air out binds (grrrr)
Jevzinoo your 14 year year old average kid
this
(This) i'm looking Rozayish and you
Looking like Chris (Ha)
Old played-out-ass nigga, hating on me
Broke bitch it's whatever man
Fuck what they
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