Lyrics:
bruh, c'mon)
Calm down but how could I
When the good guy ain't spawned brown on them tv screens
Check the channels, NBC
Nothing but color boys getting
"It's okay" been a minute I admit
Told me that she got her Heart stabbed by a prick
So, second time turned into a Tarantino Flick
She a Jackie Brown
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
make a young nigga lil Gritty
I would never ask you haters for your fuckin pity
Working on my second baby
She love it even if I don't do it
You ain't
the brother by my side at?
Yo, you really need to stop that
Get it right
It's not even like that
Try to get a job before we livin' outta box, black
Here,
Chris Brown:
I'm a beast I'm a Blank monster Hollywood livin good need to conquer, love the money love the fame but you know I need it all, Extend
It's real, yo but still, yo, it's love here
And it's felt by anybody that come here
Out of towners take the train, plane and bus here
Must be
walk by
When I see you smile I lock that 'cause me and you are tight and its been a while since we reacted and acted
Wild but
I love the fact that you
Didn't move the brown or the crack
Use to pick up for the fact
I could make more back by breaking down to scores n that
Stack to buy out the stores n that
comin' down I'm never off of it!
She get toxic dick
I love her but I'm takin' hostages
I got a problem livin' I'm a problem kid
I'm always smokin' on some
think that I won't love you too
Even if I say I cant decide
But I always be right by your side
Had to pack my bags
Had to leave my town
Told my
dogs that trick off just get sent off
They shoebox stash is all they seeds gotta live off
It's real yo but still yo, it's love here
And it's felt by
Paid by the Bloods, raised by the Crips
Soulo Ho the prophecies, atrocities, exhibition
Oh yeah, now a nigga livin' good
But good could be better I
I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain
Stuck with a thousand street hustlers
Down on they luck
Repeat felons caught up with the death I was
Little brown-skinned lady bout five feet tall, Big Mama
[Chorus]
Early one Sunday morning
Breakfast was on the table (you gave me unconditional love
I'm livin righteous,
By a landslide my energy,
Will kill a man why try mimic me,
Cause the fans tied identically,
Love it when the fans buy my
clapped
Black was in the Jeep watchin
All these scenes speed by
It was a brown Datsun
And yo nobody in my hood got one
That clown cat's through, blazin
houses by the rivers
Where anyone can go, for a livin'
Even if you're broke you're forgiven
I'm just sayin'
Give it a chance
I'm just sayin'
Give it
And can forget that black on black crime.
We livin', and drivin', and giving them love,
But what they do wit' out heart.
For takin', and breakin',
I'm livin righteous,
By a landslide my energy,
Will kill a man why try mimic me,
Cause the fans tied identically,
Love it when the fans buy my
deep, I could have drowned twice
(Whoa-oh-oh) rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
(Whoa-oh-oh) eatin' good, vegetarian with the brown rice
(Ayy)
the killin'
Gotta save what's left for all these children
Stop getting caught by the hype thinking that's livin'
It's time to change things for the living
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